Because "Trough Of Grub" Is Copyrighted

Today's contribution from the seemingly co-author of this bog, Shu.  Click the picture to enbiggen.

Where to start. This is a restaurant off of Interstate 95 in rural North Carolina, just a few miles of the North Carolina-South Carolina border.  I'm guessing that whoever came up with the name Barrel of Meal also came up with Mr. Burns' Casino.
"Homer, let's go to Barrel of Meal!"
"Yes! I've got a hankering for Meal. Mmmm...meal."

With a name like Barrel Of Meal, why is there not a mile long line to get in? (Or get out.) There's a Closed sign on the door. This was mid-afternoon, so I don't know if they serve only breakfast and lunch, or if they don't open until dinner, or the name Barrel Of Meal caught on about as well as the movie versions of Howard The Duck and The Adventures Of Pluto Nash, and it's closed permanently.

But wait, there's more.

Check out what's lurking behind the right-hand side of the restaurant. Does that mean Barrel Of Meal is, indeed, still in business and you don't have to go to the Restaurant At The End Of The Universe to meet the Meat of the Day. The liver is believed to be tender as he has been force feeding himself all week. And don't worry, when he turns himself into your barrel of meal, he'll be very humane. So, reservations for barrels for how many?