I can't get over what a jerk the counter guy was. There were three of us. He got our order wrong, but I didn't want to get into it with the guy after having witnessed the fight the guy in front of me had with him. To say it was a fight is a misnomer. The guy just didn't care. He looked at the ticket. Shrugged his shoulders and pointed to a cup on the wall. The customer was disputing the order, not the cup on the wall. The customer looked at me as if to say "Is this really going on". I am not sure if the cashier is special needs or just resigned to sitting on that stool day after day knowing it will never get better. I didn't want to get too close to him lest a part of my soul was sucked into his whirlpool of misery. There was no ice for the iced tea or soda. The soda came out of the machine flat, stick with the lemonade, at least it was this side of lukewarm. The chicken was disgusting. It was dry, the outside was hard. The ribs (I ordered a half and got a full), were delicious as was the pulled pork. The links were good but hotter than they should be. Stay way from the bro'beans. Potato Salad is good mustard. Cole Slaw was good as was the Mac'n'Cheese. As good as the food is, it doesn't make up for the cashier. The cook came out from the back and was a delight. She was very sweet when she apologized for the chicken and gave me a second one but the meal was already over. I hadn't complained to anyone except my dining companions so I don't know if they served me the bad chicken knowing it wasn't good or if they have listening devices so they can laugh at the misery of their guests. Save yourselves, either abandon all hope before entering here or better yet, don't go.