The restaurant is always packed. The smell of garbage and freshly baked bread blend subtly together. The place is a Ritalin free zone. Wild-eyed kids are always screaming and there are flies everywhere, but few of the patrons seem to mind. Coffee is a nickel a cup.
Hamburgers are nineteen cents each.
A decent hot meal is only seventy-nine cents. You see people leaving with huge sacks of nineteen cent hamburgers. If they catch you looking at them, they will tell you with a straight face that the burgers are to feed their dogs. I wonder though. The ill-mannered, screaming kids I see running around the restaurant will likely to be dining from these burgeoning sacks of burgers for the next several weeks.