The building reads, "Damon’s: the place for ribs," so naturally I felt obligated to order a rack. (Excuse me while I wipe the drool off my keyboard.) I must say, they were absolutely wonderful! The meat was tender and easy off the bone; your toothless grandmother could gum down a rack without a problem.

For those who may not delight in eating meat from the bone, or meat at all, Damon’s has something for you in the form of a loaded baked potato the size of sputnik. This veggie delight, which occupied the other half of my plate, could be considered a meal in itself.

As far as atmosphere, Damon’s is like a seven-foot tall porn star, big and well equipped. It features four huge projection screens, which coincide with the drive-in style audio boxes located at each table. Each table has control over which screen they want to hear and the volume. The viewing choices are confined to sporting events, so even if your girlfriend wins the argument, the worst you end up with is the Sabres game.

With beer, big-screens, and bar-b-que sauce-smothered ribs, heaven is located at 5483 Sheridan Drive. Ah, but we all know heaven comes at a price. In this case, it is in the form of a deceptive beer "special." An ice bucket, half-heartedly filled with three sub-par bottles of beer (Miller Lite), commands $7.50. So two fifty a beer isn’t that bad, but throw on a sixteen dollar rack of ribs and you start getting up there. Then you realize that the beautiful girl serving you needs to be compensated for her great service and tight pants. Hey, everything costs; what matters is its worth in relation to the cost. Damon’s is worth it.