Why can't awesome tourist traps have a leafy green-fresh tomato-quinoa salad house specialty?

Today we stopped at Wall Drug, in Wall, SD. They import their young, very attractive employees from the Balkans. At first we were very confused by how this town of 500 people managed to produce So Many Damn Attractive People. Which I'd never heard of, but Molitor had (and Bill Bryson mentioned it in a book he wrote about his cross-country drive, The Lost Continent). And is advertised by about...1...2...a BILLION billboards along Rt. 90. Molitor and I have returned to splitting entrees at restaurants on this trip (we went out to eat so rarely in Norfolk that we got out of the habit), and so we did again here. Their house specialty was Hot Beef Sandwich with mashed potato and gravy. And yesterday when we stopped at Al's Oasis on the Missourri River, we got the house specialty of bison burger with sweet potato fries.

The plates are always delicious (mmmm, salt!) and super fun to eat, and it's great fun to patronize such establishments. But let's just say both Molitor and I were very happy to get to our motel tonight (the pretty umremarkably Fountain Inn in Newcastle, WY) and construct a salad out of romaine hearts, a can of white beans, sweet peppers, and a white wine vinaigrette. Yes, we carry ingredients for a vinaigrette and just make it right on top of the salad (something I learned from Jacques Pepin!).

It's hard to resist getting the house specialty, but what we wouldn't give for one that wasn't beige. 

Admittedly, their homemade doughnut was one of the best I've ever had.