Hot stews and hearty soups are trademarks of this bustling cafe. Orders are scribbled on scraps of paper then rolled into a crude paper ball and then thrown at the cook Crystal Kittleclump who laughs as she dodges the paper missiles. She doesn't need the orders anyway for she serves what she wants to serve to whom she wants to serve, when she wants to serve it. Not a place to eat if your in a hurry for a burger or a fry. There's a Troll Booth here that leads to fine restaurants and drive-ins everywhere in the Land of MortalStill.