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My friend and I went at noontime on a Saturday. The first thing I noticed was that his fried chicken, which used to be the best anywhere, was not available on Saturday. The brusque woman at the counter took my order grudgingly.
We ordered two pieces of catfish, rib tips, beef ribs, macaroni and cabbage. Forty minutes later, we were still waiting for our order. The rib tips were fatty and the meat on the beef ribs was tough as shoe leather. The catfish was virtually tasteless. Maybe I hit his place on a bad day, but it seems he has declined from running one of the best restaurants in Phoenix to running one of the most unpleasant and inedible rib shacks.
Steve Ross, via the Internet