The Picasso Cow

Spent the day in LaGrange, (Ga.) today, which is not pronounced as you non-Southerners may think--as if it were French, which it is--but a long "A" on 'Grange. Don't ask me why. ... Went to see a friend and killed some time beforehand in the quaint downtown. Growing up, even in a city bigger than LaGrange, we thought it was a big deal to go up there and shop. Partly because of the quaintness, I guess. Like many similar towns, the downtown part centers on a square, so you circle around the it (one way) in a car--think Paris!--and, you have to pay attention when on foot, around the traffic lights.
Ate at a fabulous restaurant called the Basil Leaf; then later, walking around, I spotted two more intriguing places: The Picasso Cow, and Charlie Joseph's. Just the name Picasso Cow caught my eye (though I didn't venture in, I found this photo on the Internet of a "real" Picasso cow); and Charlie Jospeh's is a lunch-counter type place, mostly with vinyl stools at a counter. On the menu: hamburgers and hotdogs, and notably a cheese sandwich for $1.75. On the walls: Coca-Cola memorabilia; yellowed newspaper clippings; and a funny sign: "If you are grouchy, irritable or just plain mean, there will be a $10 charge for putting up with you." If you don't feel like going inside, or perhaps if that day you are irritable, you can stand on the curb, and an employee opens this little plastic window and takes your order, then you pick it up and pay down at another plastic window. Very retro.
(As you may have noted, this post is only tangentially related to health and fitness--because it has to do with food--and not very healthy food at that.)