I will reserve judgement on the if it is barbecue thing until I put a piece in my mouth. Hey, ya never know.
As far as something I would get from an establishment that claims to be a ‘barbecue joint’… Sad. Unless those are pototo rolls, that doesn’t even slightly resemble a meat & taters sampler plate.
Barbecue, to me, translates to plate-full-a-stuff. A barbecue joint has a long counter. You walk in, someone asks what you would like, then hands you a tray with a plate on it. You walk down the line and the next person asks ‘what you want?’ Hold out your plate and they slice off whatever you ask for, then you move down the line. You pass the entire line of dishes, sides, deserts… At the end someone at a register puts an empty glass on your tray, looks at your plate and calls out a number. You pay. You hit the condiment bar, fill your drink and go sit.
A really good Barbecue joint starts off the same, but you have to take your tray outside, or into another part of the building, and hit the pits. Couple gentlemen say howdy and ask ‘What you want?’ They open the pits and slice off whatever you ask for. Head back in and the folks in there fill up containers with whatever else you need. Look at your plate, call out a number, pay, hit the bar then sit.