You know you're in trouble when you walk into a BBQ joint and don't smell BBQ. And the interior is dingy and depressing. I'm also not a fan of the cutesy smart-aleck signs like, \""If our service is not up to your standards, consider lowering your standards.\"" Sadly, the same can be said of the food.\n\nBut who cares about atmosphere if the BBQ is great, right? I had the sampler of pulled pork, beef, and brisket, ate about 1/3 of it and stopped. First time in my life I've not cleaned a plate of BBQ. The meat was dry and bland. As for the other food, my wife's salmon was dry to the point of being inedible. The corn bread could take lessons from Jiffy's. Even the salad dressings were oddly awful -- the \""ranch\"" was a watery mess that simply dripped off the onion rings and made no discernible difference in taste. \n\nAt some point, my wife and I made eye contact and just started laughing. We were both  thinking, how is this possible? I've never written a one-star review and wouldn't if this hadn't been so distressingly bad. (My wife is a gentle soul, and she urged me not to write a negative review, though she did say that the onion rings were \""the best of the worst.\"" It was the one dish we finished.)\n\nThe highlight was the BBQ sauce, which I liked though my wife did not. I put it on my salad.\n\nPerhaps I'm too picky, but I love and respect BBQ. Going in, I told my wife \""I've never met a plate of Q I didn't like!\"" I'll have to retire that line now.