From Austin pits to Seoul charcoal grills, from Buenos Aires asados to Osaka yakiniku. Every photo tells a story of fire, flavor, and the people who tend both.
Franklin Barbecue at dawn. The line started at 6am. Worth every minute.
Sunday asado in a Buenos Aires backyard. The fire was lit at noon.
Midnight pork belly in Seoul. Charcoal, soju, and perilla leaves.
A5 Wagyu yakiniku over white charcoal. The most reverent meal of my life.
Sunday barbacoa tacos at 8am. A line around the block. Worth it.
Dry-rubbed ribs at a hole-in-the-wall joint on Beale Street. No sauce needed.
Street-side satay at a Bangkok night market. Lemongrass smoke in the air.
Kefta skewers at Jemaa el-Fna square. Smoke, spice, and the call to prayer.
Alder-smoked salmon on the Columbia River. Pacific Northwest at its finest.
Picanha on a skewer at a churrascaria. The fat cap rendered to pure gold.
Galbi at a seaside restaurant in Busan. The ocean breeze and charcoal smoke.
Bistecca alla Fiorentina over olive wood. A T-bone the size of a small child.