Small-town barbecued meatloaf…and bikers

​When I say small town, I mean practically microscopic: population 120 people.

I stumbled into this combination biker bar and barbecue pit traveling through Missouri on one of our speedy eastbound interstates. The joint serves a limited menu but attracts a motley clientele. When I stopped there, I saw a biker chick who looked remarkably like Maria Ouspenskaya — the grim-faced fortune teller in The Wolfman — and, sitting at a different table, a biker raconteur who regaled the whole dining room with the tale of hosting a “naked party” at the Lake of the Ozarks. (One of the more sheepish male guests, he said, preferred wearing a tie-dyed G-string to giving the Full Monty).

Where is this restaurant?