The Joint

restaurants / Barbecue

Lonely Planet review

The Joint’s smoked pork has the olfactory effect of the Sirens’ sweet song, pulling you, the proverbial traveling sailor, off course from your Ithaca into the gnashing rocks of savory meat-induced blissful death. Devour some ribs or pulled pork or brisket, knock it back with sweet tea in the backyard garden and learn to love life (speaking of which, the Joint does a mean peanut butter pie for dessert).