Smoke & Donuts BBQ

My friend and I happened to drive by and decided to give Smoke & Donuts a try, and I’m really glad we did. Everything we ordered was absolutely delicious. The BBQ was packed with flavor, and the staff were incredibly welcoming and generous. They even brought us complimentary pork rinds and cinnamon sugar donuts, which were both amazing and such a nice touch. Between the food, service, and hospitality, we had a fantastic experience from start to finish. Definitely a place I’d recommend, and I’ll be back!

To start I have to say the good which that the taste of the food especially my wifes Pulled Pork bowl was good! We were also seated right away. Now on why the 3 stars. 1.It seem to take a little bit more than 5mins to waited on when they weren't that busy. 2. Ventilation is very poor, we reeked of fried food after seating there for about 45mins and finishing our meal. 3. There were a few lingering pesty flies. 4. I'm aware of inflation, but the Smash Burger although good taste for $17.00 was not worth it. It also does NOT come with any sides. It was basically a double you can pick up at Steak&Shake for $8.99 with a egg and barbecue sauce? Couldn't really taste any brisket or pork in it? I was kinda still hungry afterwards. I was wondering why a gentleman that resembled my height ordered 2 Smash Burger at the table next to ours, but yikes $34.00 for 2 burger. Just like everything in this world some have it better than others. May try this place again, but we will have to sit in the outdoor patio and NOT order the Smash burger lol.

In the neighborhood and like their sign says, she wanted donuts, he wanted barbecue. They gave both at Smoke & Donuts ;) We popped in around 1:45 and thought they might be closing until dinner. Nope—they were simply performing the delicate midafternoon dance of switching from brunch to lunch. They seated us right away, with the owner’s charming mother helping everyone find a table. Fair warning: this place is packed and loud, with ’70s and ’80s music playing just a little louder than necessary. My husband and I have been together for more than 35 years, so we don’t need to fill every quiet moment with conversation. While we waited, we happily researched our next trip and studied train schedules on our phones like the exciting couple we have become. We ordered the French toast, which costs the same as the pancakes with blueberries and pecans. Pancakes arrived. They were delicious, the restaurant was slammed, and we decided not to send them back. Our problem, not theirs—and once enough sugar enters the bloodstream, the brain conveniently forgets what it originally ordered. At 2:00, the menu switched to lunch, so we ordered the barbecue jackfruit with Brussels sprouts. The computer system was down, which meant the order had to be handwritten and walked back to the kitchen. It took about 40 minutes, but we knew they were struggling with the system, and the food was truly delicious and worth waiting for. Then the plot thickened. Without us ever mentioning the pancake mix-up, they brought us the French toast on the house. The head chef came out to check on us and apologized for the computer trouble. Then came a complimentary vanilla-glazed doughnut with mini chocolate chips. At the end of the meal, cinnamon-sugar doughnuts appeared, also complimentary. By then, I was so full I was considering whether breathing counted as overeating, so some of the doughnuts came home with us. We also ordered iced tea that never arrived. We didn’t realize it until the bill came, but after the surprise French toast and parade of free doughnuts, we certainly weren’t going to hold it against them. Honestly, by that point, I felt like I owed them money. Yes, there were a few mistakes. Yes, the music could come down a notch. But the food is calorie-laden, delicious, and apparently capable of erasing minor grievances from the human brain. I swear, if I weren’t so stuffed that I may not eat again for several days, I would go back tomorrow.