A few times over the years I have eaten at the Smokehouse and picked up some of their burnt ends for my mom, who loves them. Her birthday is in a few days (I won't say which birthday, however I will say there is a song on side 2 of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band that is appropriate for the occasion.) My brother and I told her we would go out to lunch with her, but we did not say where. Saturday we drove down to Spring Street with her, my dad, and Elizabeth. She thought perhaps we were going to Philippe's; it wasn't until we'd parked and I pointed at the Smokehouse that she figured it out.
We all ordered different things. Here is the rundown:
My brother ordered a half pound of the trip tip. It was smoked perfectly and melted in your mouth. It was drowned in sauce, which, in my opinion, was not necessary, but my brother ate it all up and loved it.
It had been quite a while since I had been to the Smokehouse, but I am already planning my next trip.