Disregard the negative reviews, above. There's nothing to dislike, here. Good bark on the meaty baby backs. I ordered the two-pound plate with 10 bones with the sole intent of having some bones to take home for tomorrow night's supper.
Other stellar servings and moments:
-- Friendly, courteous staff members. And when you tell them thank you they don't say "No problem." Instead the proper "You're welcome." or its equivalent.
-- The veggies served with the wings were killer. Fresh. Crisp. Crunchy. And cold as ice. I ordered extra carrots; I couldn't stop eating them.
-- The Ranch dressing served with the wings was better than any I've ever tasted. Honest to Pete. Creamy. Perfectly seasoned. Damn near drinkable!
-- Green Chili Mac was killer diller.
-- Baked beans were near chili-like. A bowl of 'em and a slip of Saltines would be good on a cold, Winter night.
-- The Texas toast was delicious and buttery. Toasted on the griddle jus' like this Texas boy is used to. The bread had the same "tooth" as potato bread, however the bread's packaging referenced not a spud. I could've eaten a whole loaf but I didn't wanna push my luck having ordered extra carrots.
-- House music is good ol' blues and mellow rock at precisely the right volume. If I wasn't driving I'd dive into one of the bar's bottles of tequila.
-- George, the owner, is a cutiepatootie Teddy bear.
Now, if the joint added apricot fried pies to the dessert menu, thus ol' Texas boy would be forever grateful. Otherwise, the joint's a winner.
Check it out or miss out.