As a guy obsessed with barbecue, whose vacations trace barbecue trails through sacred locales like Lexington, North Carolina; Memphis, Tennessee; and, especially, the black-dirt farmland east of Austin, Texas, I feel compelled to blow the whistle on Blue Smoke. This new pit has lately sprung up on the southern outskirts of Murray Hill, which is just the kind of rural backwater where good 'cue flourishes. But when I rounded the corner of bucolic East 27th, I couldn't help but be disappointed—no trucks laden with hardwood lined up out front, and no immense woodpile towered by... More >>>