This place has no right calling itself a BBQ joint...

This place has no right calling itself a BBQ joint. It's more hipster bull that you see all up and down Ventura. It's basically the size of a bar, not a restaurant, so I spent a lot of the night having the bottoms of the servers and other patrons brushed up against me.
They didn't have ribs. Let me repeat that: the BBQ restaurant had no ribs, and hadn't for hours. Of course, they were the reason we came, and we weren't informed until 10 minutes after being seated, this on top of the 25 minute wait, then no silverware or plates for 5 minutes after being seated, and only being given 2 menus to split between my whole party, though they had enough to give menus to the children at the table next to us who can't read, but ok. The server rushed us through ordering, grabbed the menu out of my hand even when I was still looking it over, and we barely saw her again. For the 2 hours we were there, she wasn't there long enough to ask if we wanted another round, which we certainly did and never got.
And then the food. Tiny portions on these stupid trays, NO SIDES, NO BREAD, dry meat, A BUTTER KNIFE FOR CUTTING STEAK. It was nuts. I was so hungry, I ordered what I thought was cornbread (I mean, what restaurant doesn't give you sides or bread, what is that?). It turned out to be this gross cornbread pancake covered in chives and so much salted butter, I was gagging. I was so confused. I left the restaurant ticked off and starving. I paid out the you know what, only to end up at McDonald's on the way home. Never again.