I love dives and this has it all: mauve and sea green walls and electric pink trim complete with what appears to be an empty domestic entertainment center. In the back is a smoker that looks like it's been converted from a WWII tank. The patron who was taking to everyone like he was on speed (but apparently wasn't because he was chowing) felt the need to tell everyone "it's all about the sauce, any moron can fry chicken, I can fey chicken, this place is all about the sauce."
I ordered the rib and chicken dinner with fries and coleslaw. They asked me if I wanted sauce on everything and I got the sense that, that was the thing to do, so I did. While the sauce is quite tasty, it's way on the sweet side. Definitely overkill having my fries swim in it. Next time I will opt for the black-eye peas. The chicken had a nice crunch and the sauce went well with it's greasiness and the ribs were fall off the bone good.
It receives high marks for being one of the messiest meals I've ever eaten.