at 12.30 they stopped for lunch at the chicken in the basket , a log-built frontier-style road-house with standard equipment-a tall counter covered with the best-known proprietary brands of chocolates and candies , cigarettes , cigars , magazines and paperbacks , a juke box blazing with chromium and coloured lights that looked like something out of science fiction , a dozen or more polished pine tables in the centre of the raftered room and as many -low booths along the walls , a menu featuring fried chicken and 'fresh mountain trout ' , which had spent months in some distant deep-freeze , and a variety of short-order dishes , and a couple of waitresses who could n't care less .