I ate at the Road Kill Cafe in Greenville several years ago. It was quite an experience. The waitress sauntered over and sat down at the table with us saying something like, "What the *** are you doin' here, bud?", and it went on like that. The food was good once you removed the plastic tails, feet, etc, provided by the chef for our entertainment.
Every ten minutes or so they played a recording of a truck skidding into someone's meal, complete with broken glass and screams.
They put the condiments on tha table in their original containers, and I discovered several new ones that I still like.
MD