You caught me while I was distracted. The pickup truck you see on the right belongs to the father of the owner (co-owner, technically). He pulled in to bring some more supplies for french toast (the place had just been on TV the night before and talked about their french toast, thus the huge crowd waiting to get in). Apparently, I looked like a good candidate to talk to, so he was rambling on about how his daughters got degrees in Jazz History and History. One of them was the co-owner of Byways cafe but planned to sell it and get a Law degree or something.
I look evil in that picture.