I grew up in Fort Worth and this is truly the place for BBQ. You walk in and get the feeling you just walked into some place like Gilley's from Urban Cowboy. Old wood floors and dark panelled walls greet you when you walk into this humble dwelling, not to mention the nine-foot stuffed black bear waving a friendly paw.
My husband said this place confused him slightly when he first moved to Texas because you grab your food first and then you order, but don't be scared of that or the burly guys behind the counter chopping meat; this is one of the last great dining experiences in Fort Worth; relish it. May I suggest a Big Red, beans, Funyuns, a chopped beef sandwich, and pickle spear? OH! and don't forget to go to the bar and ask the barmaid for a glass with ice.
I hardly ever eat on the first floor; I always go to the basement area and locate a booth. Not that there is anything wrong with the upper level at all; mounted trophy heads and the loud noises of hoots and holler lend a good ol' boy atmosphere. Everyone goes to Angelos, located on the brink of downtown; it has a attracted all walks of life throughout its long stint, from bankers to contruction workers, from Sunday churchgoers to the hell-raising bar crowd, everyone is welcome. The food is great and the place is a landmark. What more would you need from a place of dining?