Smoke on the Road: From Ours to Yours, wherever you are in the UK

Alright, let’s talk about how we ended up packing our smokey goodness into a box and sending it on a road trip across the country. It all started with a simple question we kept hearing every weekend: “Do you deliver?” Not from the locals who can smell our smokers from half of Sheffield, nah, from folks in Manchester, Leeds, Birmingham, even down in London. People who’d tasted our ribs once on a mate’s stag do or seen a blurry Instagram story of our pulled pork and were they couldn’t get it without a three-hour drive.

We’d be wiping sauce off our hands, flipping another rack, and someone would lean over the counter: “Mate, any chance you post this to Bristol?” At first we laughed. Post ribs? They’d be cold by Derby. But the more we heard it, the more it stuck. We wanted to make sure our customers could get their hands on our BBQ favourites without having to travel miles to get it. Simple as that.

So, we put our heads together — the same heads that run Smoke BBQ in Sheffield city centre, where we feed thousands of you lot every week. Same chefs, same pit masters, same stubborn refusal to rush anything. The only difference? Now we’re loading up insulated boxes with ice packs instead of trays for the pass.

How It Works (Without the Boring Bits)

You order online. We smoke the meat low and slow — just like we do in the restaurant. Pork butt for 14 hours, ribs till they wiggle, brisket till it sighs. Then we blast-chill it, vacuum-pack it, and nestle it into a proper chill box with enough ice to keep a polar bear happy. Next day (or the day after if you’re in the Outer Hebrides), it lands on your doorstep. You chuck it in the oven or sous-vide for 20-40 minutes, and  fresh-from-the-pit BBQ, no motorway required.

No liquid smoke. No shortcuts. Smoke BBQ is prepped by the same chefs/pit masters that feed thousands of people each week in the Sheffield city centre restaurant. The only thing missing is the smell drifting down the street — though we’re working on a scratch-and-sniff sticker. Watch this space.

“But I Can’t Smell It From Here!”

Yeah, we get that a lot. f you’re ever in Sheffield and can't find us, just follow your nose — you can smell our pits from miles around. It’s like a smoky bat signal. Tourists end up here by accident, locals by instinct. But now? You don’t need GPS or a good sniffer dog. Just a postcode.

We’ve had boxes go to a fisherman in Cornwall who wanted proper BBQ for his boat crew. Sent one to a wedding in Glasgow — the groom said the ribs saved the best man’s speech. Even had a uni student in Exeter order a full OneBox the night before exams. Claimed it was “brain food.” We didn’t argue.

What’s in the Box?

Think of it like your favourite Smoke BBQ order, but in travel mode:

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- Hand-pulled pork butt– smoky, juicy, falls apart with a dirty look
 - St. Louis ribs – glazed, tender, sauce optional (but let’s be real, you’re using it)
- House-made rubs & sauces– because dry BBQ is a crime
- Optional sides – fries, slaw, cornbread — all ready to heat and eat

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Pick your combo, add extras, done. No faff. No 5am queue. Just proper BBQ, delivered.

Why We Did It

Look, we’re not trying to be Deliveroo. We’re not chucking cold chips in a bag and hoping for the best. This is about sharing the love — the same love that’s had people queuing round the block in S3 since we opened. We smoke for 14 hours because that’s what it takes. We wrap in butcher paper because foil steams the bark. We do it right in the restaurant, and now we do it right in your kitchen.

And yeah, maybe we’re a bit soft. When someone from Cardiff says, “I miss your ribs,” we don’t want to say “tough luck.” We want to say: “Hold tight, it’s on the way.”

So, What Now?

If you’ve been putting off ordering because you thought, I’m too far from Sheffield,”— stop. Click https://www.1box.co.uk, pick your box, and let us do the driving. We’ll bring the smoke. You bring the mates, the beers, the dodgy playlist.

And if you local? Use OneBox anyway. Save the trip. Save the parking fine. Let us bring the pit to you.

Smoke on the road. From ours to yours. Wherever you are in the UK.

(Now, who’s hungry?)

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