Little Mickeys I felt totally accosted by the cashier. I asked for her opinion since this was our first time there, and I told her I abhor any fat of any kind, and she said, "I don't know what to tell you." I finally decided to take a chance on the pulled pork. She asked my husband what he wanted to drink and he said, "I'll have iced tea," to which she retorted, "Oh no you won't. We don't have any." I saw the look on my husband's face, he was ready to walk out at her crude and crotchety attitude, but I whispered, "Shh, we came for the barbecue....let it go." When we got the food, I asked her why was there (potato salad?) on my sandwich, and she pointed to a picture on the wall, "It's the pulled pork. The picture's right there on the wall." I looked at the picture and no where did it say it was a pulled pork sandwich. The potato salad tasted like mashed potatoes with pickles in it, and the baked beans had so much pork fat in them I couldn't eat them. Over all, I picked the pork from the cole slaw and found the taste very good; however we won't go back due to the lack of customer care. I knew she had to be a relative and I asked if she was related to the owners. She said yes she was. I would rather be served by a polite waitress with acceptable barbecue than to eat in a place where I was treated disrespectfully. Sorry, guys, your mom or not, she could use some good ole southern manners.