It started with my phone-in order. When I finished giving my order and saying "that's it," I heard nothing but the hangup click. I called back to make sure she got my order and to give my name. This time I heard "got it," and then the click. I soon learned that this was because the phone is in their back office and the cook has to stop what she's doing to run back and answer the phone. Yes, the cook is also in charge of answering the phone. No surprise--the guy seemed too confused to be able to handle phone orders. This place was a symphony of confusion and disorganization, due in large part to the fact that only two people were running the place. During my long wait I witnessed lots of fried food just sitting there in open Styrofoam go-boxes, while they went back to the cooler to drag out mashed potatoes and mac and cheese to warm up in the microwave. Even though I repeated my sides to them more than once, they got two of four sides right. My oysters were cold. But my wife's fried fish, the reason we decided on this place for take-home in the first place, was tough and inedible. I don't know if the fish had been cooked too long or had freezer burn or what. But I'm not going back to find out.