OUR STORY
A pilot, a hangar, and a pit that runs all night.
Sixteen years in restaurants, most of them with a tray in my hand. Thirty more in the air.
A smoking hole is what pilots call the place nobody wants to end up. It seemed like a fair name for a barbecue joint in a hangar, and it turns out the smoke is the only thing the two have in common.
An old hangar, the door rolled open to the ramp, a pit going all night, and an airplane parked twenty feet from the table. Opening someday.

