Rib Shack

The atmosphere was great! It felt very homey and the food was pretty darn good. The only reason I give it 4 out of 5 stars is because of the staff. They were pleasant, but they only had two waitresses. Those two girls looked exhausted and I know how rude people can get when it comes to food. They deserve a little extra help on the front. But, overall, generally a good first impression!

Here’s the deal The food is good, customer service sucks. If I were you I would try high on the hog on 72 much better food and they give their customers what they want. Just don’t do business here. They have lost a long time customer today.

Food was very good. Ribs didn't quite fall off the bone as advised but were still good. Brisket was also very good. Portions for the price are small. We would eat here again for sure.

Love the home-town BBQ from Rib Shack, over ANY competitor in a 50+ mile radius... hands down! Excellent customer service and fast, accurate, and delicious food for the entire family! With AMAZING dessert ud83cudf82 choices as well! I Would give 6 ⭐ stars if I could because Rib Shack deserves it!!!

The tiniest details can make the biggest difference.nnDriving through Mississippi, trying to decide on my last meal for the rest of eternity was something that weighed heavily on my heart. I recently experienced an immense amount of trauma that affected my everyday life. To the point that I no longer wanted to live. At least not in a world where everywhere you look there is hatred and evil. When leaving the house meant that I would be judged. I struggled to decide where to stop and eat, partially because I had bruises all over me, and partially because it’s hard eating out with an infant as a single parent. I decided to stop The rib shack. I felt my heart beating out of my chest as I walked in. The manager Mr Scott (which I didn’t realize at the time) was patient with me, as I stuttered over my order.I couldn’t decide what to eat and I hardly cared because in that moment I just wanted to buy more time. I wasn’t here to buy a meal, I wasn’t even that hungry. I was here to buy time, to convince myself not to do it. To convince myself not to drive my car off a bridge or anything worse I could think of. I ordered my food and chose a spot in the corner where my daughter and I could be alone and I could charge my phone. Mr Scott brought me my food and I spent an hour eating and picking at it slowly. Feeding my daughter pieces off my plate. Running through ideas of how I could spare her, and still take my own life. Knowing I was hours away from any family and dangerously close to taking my life. I had an amazing waitress and everyone here was very kind to me, which touched my heart. I prayed over the time period I was there. Tearing up begging God to show me a sign I that he does in fact have plans for me. Begging him to guide me or give me hope for a future. A new beginning, a life away from all the toxicity I grew up in. I spent over an hour in that booth and hadn’t found a single sign from God. In fact I was growing frustrated and heartbroken as my daughter started to fuss and cry, as a million thoughts raced through my head. I took her to the bathroom to change her thinking “is this the last time I’ll do this” . Telling her I loved her as tears rolled down my face onto the spotless floor in the ladies room. I finished her up and washed my hands, thinking about how I needed to clean my table up so I can leave. I placed my hand over the sensor for a paper towel and I glanced up by the door. There was a sign with a butterfly on it that said “Believe”. To many people this would be Cliche and mean nothing. To me it meant everything. My aunt who passed from Cancer always drilled into me that I had to have faith in myself. To forget about anyone, and everyone who was filled with hate and believe in God, and his plans. So did my Teacher who passed years ago, and my Mom. I was filled with Joy seeing the butterfly, and the single word below it, that had so much influence in that moment for me. I found my sign and I had to share it with The manager and thank him for such a small detail that had such a huge impact on me. I asked my waitress for the manager , Mr Scott (who I didn’t know was named Scott at the time) and I told him a small piece of my story. I did my best to hold back tears as they fell onto the table during my confession. I told him my plans to take my life and what led me here. I offered to buy the sign as he teared up genuinely feeling the pain I had been carrying for so long.He gave me a word of advice and offered to pray for me. He gave me that Sign and assured me God had plans for my daughter and I. The majority of the staff here noticed my distress and my waitress came and showed my daughter to the other women and everyone there was so kind and filled with Love that I knew everything would be okay. They offered me gas money as I gathered my things about 30 minutes later after sharing my grief. I assured them I was okay and graciously declined. Thanking each of them for their kindness. I sit here in my car as I write this, looking forward to Breakfast tomorrow, knowing this was in fact not my last meal.