If there is one person who likes to keep it real, it's Grandpa. He's been known to smack strangers with his cane. Anyone under age 50's a "whippersnapper." Grandpa don't take no shit. Neither does Eat-Rite. St. Louis' most storied diner is about as real as you can get, with no-nonsense servers, honest deep-fried everything and prices to match. The next time it's your turn to feed Grandpa (does the dude have a frickin' tapeworm or what?), take him to Eat-Rite. After the old guy's done talking about the days when he had to walk 27 miles in the snow, uphill (both ways), just to buy a loaf of five-cent bread, honor your elder by picking up the minuscule tab. After all, at least some kids these days know a little about respect.