So this story should tug at your heartstrings without endangering the rest of said organ: not too long ago, a Fayetteville man named Bobby underwent a quadruple bypass and survived, but for the recently extended life of him, couldn't stop craving soul-cozying Southern cuisine. So he engineered recipes that vastly improved the healthiness of his favorites, then grabbed his food service management vet wife Charlotte, and said "Look, food service management vet wife Charlotte, damn this recession; we're taking our retirement and this restaurant on the road!
Now, the beige "party truck" refuses to oil-fry anything, instead employing an air fryer that keeps things crispy while removing some of the starch from their home fries and chips. An oven, meanwhile, is used to bake smoked wings, and turns out grease-free gravy for their fresh-baked sausage/bacon breakfast biscuits w/ egg & local cheese, which can also be found at Funny Farm. During lunch you can nab open-face or Texas-toasted sammies with pulled pork (no grease added, fat's skimmed off the top) or have said pork served with countrified sides like sweet baked beans or corn on the cob, which would explain why Ty was always so ornery -- those things really hurt your feet
And yes, you read "party truck" correctly, since they've mounted a 60in satellite-fed TV on which you can watch sports, corporate presentations (partyyyyyy!), or whatever else you want if they cater your event. With enough notice they'll even whip up specialty dishes like a pot roast packaged as a banana split-esque "short rib sundae" -- instead of bypassing it, you'll order quadruple of them.