I am from hog country, Arkansas, where we fashion our hellos and sports calls on the sooooouuiiee noise of the hogs. Waldo's makes me feel like I'm back home, where the tea is sweet, the meat falls gently from the bone, and you put yourself in a food coma with family and friends nearby. You cannot come to waldo's alone - you must bring a friend, family, or even a foe (waldo's will make you best friends). The baby back ribs are divine and the fried okra makes your mouth water. The sweet tea is is served in a mason jar and is sweet nectar of the gods!