Monroe's Smokehouse BBQ Beach Blvd.

The Monroe's Family, Tradition, and Good Old Fashion Southern Hospitality

I guess it was nearly 150 years ago that my great grandfather, A.P. Monroe, helped his daddy cure meat in the smokehouse behind their home in Lumber Bridge, North Carolina. Maybe it was watching the back-breaking life of a farmer, maybe it was the promise of progress and prosperity, but as soon as he was old enough, A.P. packed up and headed south. The years to come brought him a wife and sadly, the death of a daughter, by A.P. pressed on until he, his wife, Mamie, and their surviving son arrived in Pine, Florida.

Business was booming in the rough land of the Big Scrub, and A.P. was soon operating a successful turpentine store. When profits were high, he bought the Horseshoe Ranch and built the Monroe House - complete with a smokehouse. Going out back at 5 in the morning, he did just as his daddy had taught him and smoked meat for no less than 12 hours. My grandmother, Allene, spent many Sunday afternoons drinking buttermilk under the cool shade of the balcony after a filling meal of smoked brisket and sweet corn. As she grew up, her daddy's values stayed with her. And like him, wanted all life had to offer, so she headed off to college to FSU.

It wasn't long before she fell in love with Wade Session Hastings, a soldier from WWI. They were married in Jacksonville on the day before Thanksgiving, which seems fitting, Since it was a time when nothing was taken for granted. The simple idea of a peaceful