There, dinner comes in a cardboard carton and napkins are dispensed from paper towel rolls. Coke comes in cans, checks are hand-written and patrons seat themselves.
"It's red neck heaven," as Jim D. put it. "Better than Nascar and Natural Light put together."
At Alpine Inn, people eat the chicken and feral cats eat the bones. Diners catch the action from the windows and even take pictures when the raccoons arrive.
This is why you can't take country people there. It seems like a a country person's city refuge, but be ye not so naive.
Country people wouldn't shoot the raccoons with their cameras, they'd straight up shoot them with their rifles.