Litehouse Cafe

The first hint should have been the (presumably deliberate) misspelling of the restaurant’s name.
Your first question when your meal arrives should not be «Oh god what’s that smell?»
From a purely aesthetic standpoint, the décor of the place irritates me – growing up somewhere that had real, functioning lighthouses, the obsession of landlocked Christians with them as symbolic fetish objects annoys me deeply.
But back to the food. I decided to go with the fried fish because even this far inland freshwater fish is popular, so they should be able to get that right, right?
Wrong. The fish was over-​fried to a shoe-​leather texture, and the canned green beans were cooked into mush with some bacon bits (also cooked to mush) added in. (That was the thing I first smelled when the plate was brought to the table.) When you can’t even make edible canned green beans, it’s time to change careers.