On Thunderbird, just east of 32nd street. The atmosphere was nil. Plain white walls, no decor at all, the only hint you're in a BBQ joint is the rolls of paper towels on the tables and faint smell in the air inside. The service was what you'd expect from a new place. Little or no knowledge of BBQ or the menu. The waiter had to check to see if the tenderloin on the menu was pork or not. My wife took a bite of the pulled pork sandwich and said the meat tasted spoiled, so I immediately poured sauce on mine and concurred. It was at least edible that way. The brisket wasn't too bad, though it was shredded and hard to discern from the pork as it was more or less lumped together. Portions were small, especially for the price. Ginger's small bowl of cole slaw was only a third of the way full and my platter seemed barren, except for the fries, which were good. A mix of fries and sweet potato fries. I tried the spicy jalapeno cornbread which had an ok flavor, but was dry, as was the bun Ginger's sandwich was on. The mac and cheese was average, at best. I paid an extra 2.50 for a small, way overcooked rib. Sad, because the flavor was there. After I signed the credit card slip, I noticed they charged us for an extra soda, and my wife didn't even get a refill. I hate to post a negative review of the place, but I figured you should be warned. I'm kinda bummed, because this place is so close to home. Thee Pitts is worth the drive.