A CLASSIC:  The cheeseburger at Dairy Shack.

Have you ever been unsure of where exactly you are? Yeah, this happened to me last week. I knew I was in Waldenburg — I mean, I was at the crossroads of Highways 14 and 49, on a plot that used to be the place to stop for barbecue from a trailer when I used to make the weekly run from Jonesboro to Little Rock and back in the 90s. And the GPS said I’d ended up at Josie’s Restaurant. But the place was marked with several signs, and the entrance that was open was catty-corner under a big sign that said D-Shack.