The aluminum siding flanking the walls of The Purple Daisy Picnic Café invokes an image of the charcoal-lined smokers that beget the eatery's bounty of juicy barbecue. Hand-pulled pork and smoke-kissed chicken bundles itself in sandwiches or arrives solo with a procession of sides to adorn the space's window-lined booths and open-air patio tables, filling the space with a smokier aroma than that of the Human Torch blowing out his birthday candles. Inside, a single rustic woodstove warms shelves lined with antique lunch boxes and sporting equipment as diners savor their saucy harvest at an eclectic assortment of tables and chairs.