LaCheese Gourmet

We had a gourmet experience yesterday, at the intersection of U.S. Highway 29 and I-94: we lunched at LaCheese.  We had seen the sign on our way to my folks' house, and had screamed in delirium, and my mom said that my cousin Mary had been talking about it as well (that sign is apparently quite the freak magnet).  So we got to meet the inventor of chili cheese fries, and we beat a fellow hipster to an irony-drenched saturated fat-fest.
The hostess was very friendly, though a bit deaf; when we asked for menus, she directed us toward the washroom.  It turns out that the adjacent gas station has no washrooms, as there are signs within the restaurant admonishing non-customers to buy something.

So we got seated and checked out the menu: pizza filled a third of it, and the most intriguing item was "LaCrust": cheese-stuffed double-layered pizza.  My mom asked for a salad (not on the menu) and the hostess (also the cook, bartender, and part-owner) offered to make her one with her ingredients on-hand: which turned out to be iceberg lettuce. I got a pepperoni pizza (playing it safe) but didn't go for the special: second pizza half-price, third pizza free! It was toaster-oven-bar-pizza, in the grand tradition of Tombstone. Mom and Dad got hamburgers (freshly microwaved) and Adolfo hit the jackpot with LaChicken.  Dad also ordered the MexiFries, which our hostess told us they had invented one night from ingredients on hand: french fries, taco "meat" and melted cheez goo. (Delicious, for the record.)