Ah, Gaston!


The sudden sight of roadside eats cheers you just as hunger crawls into the belly like a ravenous snake. Then you see there's no building. Nothing there at all. No home cooked meal. No salvation. Just a long, empty lot underneath the taunt of the age'd signage. And vegetables. Fields of unripe, uneatable, unknowable greenery stretching as far as you can see. Not a pad of butter in sight.

Onward James, and don't spare the horses!....in fact, their equine selves are looking kinda tasty...