A black and white photograph. Two clean and simple rectangular tables jut into the space at a slightly oblique angle, Each is flanked by six round stools, all bolted to the floor. We are looking toward the corner of the restaurant, which is wrapped luxuriously in slightly scuffed and dirty windows from waist-level up. The camera is angled slightly downward. Afternoon light streams in through the windows, caressing a plastic lunch tray as it rests toward the end of the foremost table, holding a single wrapped hot dog and a stack of napkins. No humans are visible, but a line of cars waits at a traffic signal outside.