Awful. I'm from the South, and I've had a more-than-fair share of barbecue from coast to coast. I know good from bad, so believe me when I tell you \"awful.\" \n\nI should have known that something was wrong when I pulled up to a BBQ place and there was no smell of smoke. Uh-oh. \n\nMy boyfriend and I ordered pulled pork (me) and brisket (him) with sides of fries, vegetables, slaw and mashed potatoes. The barbecue was either fatty and overcooked or overly wet from being kept too long on a steam table. There was no smoke taste, no smoke ring (and I love that pink ring on my barbecue), and the sauce was unmemorable. The sides were packaged, frozen and barely thawed before being served. Even the french fries were sub-par. I was shocked that the mashed potatoes had obviously come from a box. The food was wet, cold, and unappealing. It's slander to barbecue's good name to call Thee Pitts' offerings the same.\n\nMy guest and I also got a mild case of food poisoning from the meal here; within an hour, we were both ill and miserable. We had completely different drinks, entrees and sides so I'm kind of suspicious about the cleanliness of the whole restaurant.\n\nI wish I could have the hour and a half of my life back that I wasted driving to and eating at Thee Pitts. Too bad that's not refundable.