A Man, A Plan, A Van -- Barbecue!
I arrived to discover the nose of a red van sticking out of a white cinder block building, which had apparently once been a car-repair garage, because the prices of various automotive procedures were listed on the wall in English and Spanish. Moreover, a good smell was wafting out the door of the van, which was open. Also wafting out was the sound of a guy singing to himself.
The pitmaster wore white. He wiped his hands on his apron as he told a story about coming here from Kansas City ten years ago and dreaming of opening a barbecue.
Indeed, the Kansas City style ribs were quite good, long bones still barely conjoined, blackened and rubbed with barbecue sauce. At $10 for a half rack, they were a steal.
The dude showed me his smoker, which was a smallish stainless steel cabinet, currently empty. "What do you stoke it with?" I inquired. "Wood chips and propane," he quickly admitted, with not a trace of shame in his voice. But he quickly added, "I get plenty of smoke that way, believe me." And I believe he did.
The truck is prone to whisk off to remote Brooklyn locales at a moment's notice ("This weekend I'm in Dumbo," he noted.), so it's wise to call ahead and see what his schedule is. 168 Qunicy Street, Brooklyn, 347-881-6696