Across the street is the Holloway's MilkDuds factory and every twenty minutes, some vent opens and exhales a cloud of powerful Milk Dud aroma, which wafts in the open windows.
The old-school breakfast joint sprang up in Route 66's heyday, and waitresses still deliver thick-cut French toast and plate-defying omelettes - along with free doughnut holes and MilkDuds - near the fabled road's starting point.