This friendly, unassuming restaurant boasts an impeccable pedigree: It's a collaborative effort from Craig Samuel (City Hall) and Ben Grossman (Picholine). Seating is comfy and simple—bare wooden tables indoors and on a glass-enclosed porch. Most meats are dry-rubbed and all are served alongside a pair of sauces (Jointsmoke and Hollapeno). The short ribs and pulled pork sandwich are both standouts. For a simple yet seductive surprise, try the iceberg wedge served with chunky blue-cheese dressing; it'll tempt you to lick the plate—really.
|Venue name:||The Smoke Joint||Contact:|
87 South Elliott Pl
|Cross street:||between Fulton St and Lafayette Ave|
|Opening hours:||Mon–Thu, Sun noon–10pm; Fri, Sat 11am–11pm|
|Transport:||Subway: C to Lafayette Ave; G to Fulton St; B, M, Q, R to DeKalb Ave|
|Price:||Average main course: $13. AmEx, Disc, MC, V|
|Do you own this business?|
Average User Rating
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The service is fairly awful,* but I don't really care because the pork is ever so porky, the vibe is good, and the price is right.
The Smoke Joint is a staple of the neighborhood, not in small part because of the perfect location in the small plaza at the intersection of Fulton and Lafayette. In the summer you can sit outside, and in the winter the smell of smoke will pull you inside for a bite. The ribs are decent, and I hear the chicken is on point, but personally I like to get down with their pulled pork sandwich.
The juicy meat is piled high on a bun that stands up to the grease, and it's served with a slightly spicy slaw that you should just put right on top of the pork. They've got two sauces on every table to doctor it up: there's a dark and sweet, and a light and vinegary option...I like to trade off between the two. It's an affordable and filling meal, and if you aren't concerned about your health, add on the fries dusted with their house rub.
There is actually a surprisingly good selection of bourbon, and the pours are decent. Beware the list of bottled beers, as some of them actually come in a can (Pork Slap, for one).
Shocking, I know.