Three or four hair and nail shops share the same tiny West End plaza with Q-Time. This means two things—parking is going to be tight and many of the patrons are going to look right. Of course, any concerns about appearances are forgotten all about once the barbecue sauce starts dribbling down your chin — BBQ? Q-Time? Get it?! — or the crust from the famous peach cobbler crumbles onto your lap. The baked chicken is another winner on the daily menu. Just be careful with that gravy. Might be a pain getting it out of your shirt.