People go just for the food.
Surely nobody expects to go to a down-home Southern restaurant for a vegetable plate, but that's what I'm tempted to order at Music City Roadhouse. And with them you get all you can eat of three different vegetables, plus some of the best, richest, creamiest skillet corn bread this side of Georgia. My problem, though, is that the great greasy fried chicken, the carrot-laden pot roast and the meaty ribs don't leave me enough room for the vegetables. And I can never happily pick only three from the list of six.