Enter Mable's Smokehouse and you're not in New York anymore. Kansas City, Lubbock or Little Rock come to mind—places that are more likely to harbor such a big, rustic saloon. Long communal tables give it the feel of a mess hall. Overturned buckets and wagon wheels have been fashioned into lights, and a mounted deer head is affixed to one wall. This is the first restaurant from co-owner Jeff Lutonsky, an Oklahoma native, who named it for his grandmother, Mable. Her secret barbecue sauce recipe is almost as rich as caramel, and you may want to buy a bottle on your way out. And maybe a whole peanut butter pie since one slice is never enough. Locals have embraced it as a friendly T-shirt-and-jeans hangout where smoky brisket, pulled pork and St. Louis–style ribs taste authentic and don't set you back too much.