The best heart attack on a plate bar none is LD's in rural Utah and that is not LDS for Latter Day Saint's. This is a restaurant with real waitresses and a bar at the back if ya need a beer and tomatoe juice with your morning breaky. Kinda reminds me of my mothers house complete with artificial flowers and moose wallpaper. The food is plentiful and good and washed down with a bottomless cup of Jo. This was the kind of joint my father loved with all the colour of the community. He called these people the salt of the earth. When I was a young man sporting a Hasselblad 500C and all the lenses my dad would have me taking photos of these characters of the diners and bars. My dad would have loved this place. I love it too and think that maybe it's a Sunday tradition for me.