I love pasta.. your post reminds me of our experiences with "hole in the wall" or mom/pop type places - one was when I was in high school and we traveled "up North" with some family friends in Winter in their little Toyota Corolla <yes, we really did> to Canada to go on the Snow Train. It was my mom, and her two adult husband-and-wife friends who had traveled all over the place for many years, and me. We stopped to get some breakfast one time when it was snowing out. We stopped in the tiny little cabin of a restaurant somewhere in the North woods of either Michigan or Canada. I remember I ordered cereal and eggs and they brought the jugs of milk <other people used the milk too; I drank some milk then> and the box of cereal to the table, it was more like eating in someone's kitchen.
and the adults went up and talked with the people at the restaurant as they were cooking...it was very home-like and the whole place smelled like firewood and sausage.