So my 12 year old kid decides that he loves bbq ribs and asks ( and asks and asks) for me to take him to Chilis.
I think: Okay, it's close and it's cheap and he's a knucklehead kid who doesn't know great ribs from bad ones. So I take him there.
The service is good and the food is hot. He orders the ribs and digs in.
About halfway thru the meal he looks up and says:
"They're okay dad ... but I've had sooo much better."
Did I mention that he was 12?
Two Stars..... because the server was a great kid doing the best she could.