pon entering Ditch Plains, it would not be uncommon to feel you have walked into the dystopian, post-apocalyptic penitentiary kitchens of the future (think Mad Max). This highly industrial look is largely due to the distinctive metallic sheet drilled above the booth’s dark wood benches with a narrow rectangular sloth through which patrons and employees exchange glimpses of helplessness. Rusty circular saw blades adorn the exposed brick walls for that truly bleak and dejected vibe.