Perpetuating the unfortunate diner stereotype of bad food in less-than-sanitary surroundings, is the Miss Brunswick. Things may have improved since my one and only visit, but ordering a slice of pecan pie and seeing the "counter hostess" pull a store-bought box of dried-up Table-Talk pie from the fridge did not sit well with me. I can forgive a diner not making its own pies, but not its willingness to advertise the fact that I'm paying for one slice what it cost for the whole pie.