
Our other work "cafeteria" across the street. Love.
It's like being at home. If home is the roadside joint with a bunch of 45s lining the ceiling, strings of non-Christmas, Christmas lights, a busted jukebox, 90 flavors of hot sauce, PBR specials, meals served on a stainless steel TV tray, and some pretty darn good barbecue.
But don't ask for Iced Tea. It's the only way to tell they're not really from the South.