If we were two-fisted drinkers, perhaps we wouldn't notice the staff's slapstick. One busboy puts down forks. A second whisks them away just as food arrives. What matters is the meat. The ribs are great.
Juicy baby backs too.
And big, meaty beef ribs. Alas, the shrimp are salty and dry. And the ribs need to be warmed up. There are rules in this genre, all of them observed here. I haven't a clue what the kitchen does there.