Old school BBQ, new heat energy. If you respect the smoke, we want to talk.
Post-oak smoke, low and slow. Brisket is the hook, ribs are the verse. Respect the meat, we’ll teach you the rest.
You’re not staff, you’re family. Mark cooks beside you, the music’s loud, and everyone levels up together.
808s in the prep kitchen, murals on the walls, Austin street energy in every shift. We don’t pretend to be cool. We just are.
We started in a trailer the size of a bathroom. Bring the work, there’s space to grow with us.
We hire rolling. If you bring heart, hustle, and respect for the craft, send it. Pitmasters, line cooks, front of house, catering crew, we want to meet you.