Those pic's remind me of time spent with my grandfather in about 1995. He had a knack of knowing where these roadside places were. I suppose he had been going to some of them since the 30's or 40's. I was helping my grandparents move and being the practical rancher/farmer he was, he put all their furniture in his horse-trailer and had me drive it to their new place out near Stockton, Cal. A small town called Banta. We made two trips that day and I remember the pleasure of just sitting in a roadside diner with him having lunch. My family was never close so it meant a lot to me... just one of those moments.