18 Best Barbeque Restaurants near South Daytona

“food is delicious and staff is nice“

“Love Yellow Dog. Great food and atmosphere. Miss Lexi!“

“This is the only barbecue restaurant we patronize and we have tried many others but they don’t compare to 4 Rivers. Their Cuban sandwich is the best I have ever had. Their staff is friendly and helpful.“

“Awesome Brisket cant wait to try more!“

“The St Louis Ribs dinner was absolutely wonderful! The Brisket (lean) was fantastic! We also enjoyed the fried okra, corn muffins, texas toast, and banana pudding. We will definitely be repeat customers!“

“Glad to see an owner staying local and being involved in their location! Great food and friendly employees!“

“The goulash served here tastes like back home Definitely worth a try“

“This is my number one favorite restaurant of all time. Nothing more to say than that.“

“Everything is great and we're so happy we found this place this year. We'll be back for sure.“

“Went to uncle chickens for the second time. Chicken was delicious,moist and served hot to order. This will be our go to for chicken. Thanks for the great service.“

“Muy rico todo, excelente lugar!!!“

“Great service-fun country atmosphere and great STEAKS!!!“

“Best Bar-BQ I’ve had ,anywhere“

“Love this place! Staff treats you like family. Great food, entertainment and of course Golden tee! A must go if you are looking for a great time and fun environment!!“

“BEST RESTURANT FOR STEAK AROUND THE AREA“

“Best BBQ in town! Must stop when in Daytona! You won’t be disappointed!“

“We haven't eaten here in a few years, but it was still incredible! Of course the BBQ is great but the Brunswick Stew was absolutely out of this world. Great food, great service! A must stop when in Daytona.“

“On one of the worst days of my life, I experienced some of the worst BBQ I’ve ever had… But it’s not the whole story. Since August 2025, my mom had been in and out of the hospital. I was traveling from Baltimore to Florida every two weeks to see her. In late January, during one of those trips, I got the news no one is ever ready for, her stay was going to be permanent, and we had to make the decision to move her into hospice. That night, my dad and I were completely broken. Dustin’s BBQ is about two minutes from the nursing home where she was staying. I had driven past it countless times but never stopped. That night, we did. My dad is a Vietnam veteran. He’s dealt with long-term health issues from Agent Orange, along with cognitive challenges that make ordering and routines difficult. Walking into a new place isn’t easy for him. But from the moment we walked in, Dustin’s felt different. Warm, welcoming, no pressure. Sit wherever you want, we’ll take care of you. I have a rule when I try a new BBQ spot, I order the sampler. You learn everything you need to know that way. Our server, Kristina, picked up almost immediately on my dad’s needs. She slowed things down, walked him through the menu, worked with his preferences, and made sure he felt comfortable. That alone meant more than she probably realized. Then the food came, it was rough. The pulled pork was dry and grainy. The St. Louis ribs were tough with very little meat. The brisket, which hurt the most, was rubbery and elastic. It had flavor, but the texture just wasn’t there. The part that mattered. My dad loved his food. For a little while, in the middle of everything we were going through, he was okay. that’s what BBQ is supposed to do. Kristina checked in, and I tried to brush it off. But she could tell. When she asked what was wrong, I didn’t have it in me to lie, so I told her. She didn’t get defensive. She didn’t disappear. She cared. Then Kimberly, a manager, came over. She listened, asked questions, and you could tell she took pride in the food. I explained what I thought happened, that the meat had likely been sitting too long, that the brisket hadn’t broken down the way it should. She looked at me and said, “I can tell you know your BBQ. Let’s make this right.” At that point I was already full from the salad bar, which, by the way, was incredible. But I asked to try the sliced beef. It was excellent. Tender, smoky, and honestly reminded me of Baltimore pit beef. Before we left, I made a point to tell Kristina something important, that none of that was on her. Too many people take kitchen issues out on servers, and I didn’t want her carrying that. We walked out that night with soft serve in hand, and I told Kimberly we’d be back. She seemed surprised. But we meant it. Over the next couple months, my dad and I started coming back every two weeks. It became our routine. Our escape. For an hour at a time, we could step out of hospitals, decisions, and reality… and just sit, eat, and breathe. The BBQ those nights? Great. Consistent. Flavorful. Exactly what it should be. But more than that, it was the people. In mid-March, my mom passed. We came back two more times after that. Once after we handled arrangements, and one last time this week before moving my dad up to Baltimore so he can be surrounded by family. We got to see Kristina and Kimberly again. Give them an update. Let my dad have his wings and baby backs one more time before heading north. And I realized somethings: Amazing customer service can change the course of someone’s worst day. Even great places have off nights. And you never know what someone sitting at the table next to you is going through. BBQ is community. BBQ is comfort. BBQ heals the soul. Our family will always be grateful to Kristina, Kimberly, and the entire team at Dustin’s for what they gave us during a time when we needed it most. And one more thing… That coleslaw? It’s the closest thing I’ve had to my mom’s. And she never wrote the recipe down. We’ll be back.“