Unfortunately I cannot even rate the food of this place. The owner treated my wife this such disrespect, that I almost feel compelled to report him. She just drove by to pick up takeaways and she was chased away. On principal I am actually not sure how this place gets away with treating people so badly.

After hearing all of the rave reviews about Smokin Joes Rib Shack. I emailed my family and demanded we go, or fear my wrath. I was well informed about the laid back atmosphere. Our entrance to Smokin Joes left us with wandering eyes as to, 'is this the part of the movie where they make us join their cult and sing kumbaya'. This is because it is set in the back garden of a guesthouse. We were greeted by Louise*, who happens to be one of the coolest people I've met (think of a friendly Scary Spice). Our booking was made on International Rib Day and that's exactly what we were treated to. The pork ribs were still smoking away so we had a choice of beef or lamb. The special of the day was a platter of both beef and lamb ribs with a healthy portion of dirty fries. Our party of five ordered four platters (one for my sister and niece to share). The food did take some time to come to the table but it gave us time to chat, drink some wine and genuinely enjoy each other's company - something that I feel has become so foreign in the classic, busy Joburg restaurant, who seem very concerned with turning tables as soon as possible. The time spent waiting was by no means an irritation or inconvenience. The viking-like feast arrived at our table and we all dug in. My niece, like many six-year-old's, is extremely fussy. What took our party by surprise was her sheer joy and ravenous obsession with the sticky ribs, to the extent, that we ended up ordering her another platter. Food: The ribs were fall-off-the bone tender but were a little luke warm. The dirty fries were delicious (we even tried to replicate them at home, no success there). Smokey Joes makes their own chilli relish which was satisfyingly spicy and sweet, which helped cut the fattiness of the lamb ribs. Unfortunately, no dessert was available for the day. The atmosphere was family orientated, Cleveland (the famous man behind the grill) came to our table to have a chat. He, even offered for my niece to go inside and watch TV on the couch or kick a ball around the yard. Due to their small size, drinks variety is at a bare minimum, but they are more than happy for you to bring your own booze. Wine, though has a corkage fee. After stuffing our faces, me and my family were blissfully euphoric and ready to drift into a food coma. Smokin Joes has completely and pleasantly ruined ribs for me, as no others can glimmer in comparison. I will definitely be returning and would place Smokin Joes food on my 'last meal list'. Yours truly Ashtyn