The old-fashioned diner counter, brown tiled floor, green booths, and homemade pies in the display case harkens back to the 1950s when Bill and Daryl Bowen first opened this hamburger joint. The menu is still spelled out with movable letters on white boards behind the counter, tempting customers with homemade root beer and double cheese burgers hot off the griddle. In the mornings, their chefs fry modest breakfasts of eggs, bacon, and toast, and throughout the day they ladle bowls full of navy beans with ham and complement meals with sides of fried okra and anonymous love letters. Watching the staff scoop dollops of vanilla ice cream into tall glasses of root beer for floats and carve out generous chunks of butterscotch pie to go along with steaming cups of coffee makes it hard for full bellies to turn down dessert.