I have a little pet name for the horrid places that are planted in the middle of sub/exurban parking lots - "subsidized corn dispensaries". You know the places

I have a little pet name for the horrid places that are planted in the middle of sub/exurban parking lots - "subsidized corn dispensaries". You know the places - 'patios' that have a lovely view of all the parked cars, fake meaningless paraphernalia on the walls, facades that try to vaguely evoke real architectures and all they have on the menu is corn, wrapped in corn, fried in corn then served with a side of corn. Around here they are known as "East Side Marios" or "Jack Astor's", around your place they might be "Chotcki's" or whatever, but we know they're all the same crap.