West Third Street is chock full of restaurants, generally of the brunchy, carb-y variety. Smokin' Joint wants to feed you meat in the afternoon. Barbecue not beholden to one specific region, but cherrypicked according to the owner's tastes. Baby backs, tri-tip...smoked filet mignon. Something called "kicking wangs." Heavens. Not a fancy place in the least, reflected in the decor—simple tables...