When I first fell in love with Hog Shack, it wasn’t because of its craft beer taps, its porcine decor, or even anything on the menu. What did me in were the Burnt Ends–the blackened, fatty bits of the brisket’s point end–which are available for gleeful ingestion should you come in when they’ve got ’em.
I don’t know why they don’t list this glorious item on the regular menu. Until they do: grab your seat, ask if they have it tonight, decide if you want the $12 appetizer or the $16 plate with all the fixings, feast, and then thank me later. Continue reading “Burnt ends are just the beginning at Hog Shack”