The fire never really goes out
Ember Row began in a backyard on Archer Street with a smoker built from a propane tank. Our pitmaster Dale Whitfield cooked every Saturday for the neighbors until the line went around the block.
Today the pit is bigger but the routine is the same. Fire at midnight. Briskets on at 1am. We wrap at the stall in pink butcher paper and rest every brisket for two hours before the first slice.
We buy prime beef from one ranch in Okmulgee County and split our own post oak behind the building.



