. . . was an actual establishment in the town where I graduated from high school (Harrisburg, Arkansas, for the insatiably curious among you). They served donuts and such during breakfast hours, shoe leather frozen steaks (sub-Waffle House-quality), frozen bar-coaster hamburgers and sandwiches, and similar fare the rest of the day. Their speciality, and the one thing worth eating there, was actually fried chicken, and they had a seafood buffet on Friday nights (mostly fried catfish and hush puppies, but they did have fried frog legs most weeks). It was a landmark of sorts in town, since the parking lot was the eastern terminus of the default teenage cruising route (the high school parking lot being the other end). Ever since leaving Harrisburg, I’ve been able to get a laugh in most crowds by simply referring to “Butch’s Steak and Donuts”.
Anyplace in your neck of the woods with seemingly incongrous foodstuffs yoked together as if by violence?