Passing by a popular R-word store, the door is full of Asian faces of the bitter wait, some are kimchi Chinese, and more are still Wuli compatriots who detour to this Chattanooga on Kernton Street. A local customer accounts for the vast majority of the old restaurants. The small door, the interior is amazingly large, and there are open spaces along the street. Compared with the net red rib restaurant on the next street, it is obviously much more leisurely: the grandfather who played the ipad piano carefully, the old ladies at the adjacent table strictly AA, the warm and lively family dinner... It is also the main pork ribs here, the value of the face... There is really a little bit of a mess, But the food with the taste of the first mouth can directly control the whole meal at the end of the departure, the grandfather is still immersed in his black and white key world, it seems that the surrounding noise is only his background music.