first, the good smells. then, the good space. tasteful & punchy rock & roll classics (ac/dc, iggy, stones, etc.) and a good waitress too. "wow." that's what we uttered through mouthfuls of the best meat sandwiches i've had since moving to houston one year (and many disappointing meals) ago. she had the truly moving beef po' boy with a beguiling bone marrow sauce - a rich, sticky heaven. me? the smoked pork sandwich. it arrived looking like a golden-eyed gem, 'cause i sprang for the fried egg - $0.75 extra. good move. well-balance smoke and a succulent porkiness that reminded me of t-bone tom's, which i personally admire. the homemade chips are a crunchy joy. the slaw? i've had better - this was a little clumsy, a little dull, a little half-hearted compared to the rest of the meal. but, we finished with the worthy and memorable beaver balls - breaded & fried golf-ball-sized brownie nuggets with ice cream and a mint sprig - crispy on the outside, hot & creamy on the inside - a bold chocolate whack in the head and fun as hell. oh, and remember to start your journey with the spunky deep-fried pickles, a tangy, crunchy joy. these folks know fun flavor. get them up to an 8.5 on food. please. this place is better than a new girlfriend.