I moved to Houston from San Diego about 10 years ago. Over those 10 years, my coworkers from San Diego would fly out to meet with our Houston customers… and every time they would ask to go to Rudy’s.
You order at the counter, take your food in a plastic crate to your table and fill up your own drink and grab your own pickles and peppers.
My son and I ordered the baked potato (I know, I know, that’s not bbq) and my daughter ordered the ribs. My youngest son ate the free sliced bread that comes with each order.