Go here. Be ye pauper or royal, vegetarian or celiac, moustachioed or clean shaven, you will find what you seek at the missen link.
Never have I so enjoyed being slathered in grease. I know people who drive a several hundred kilometre pilgrimage regularly just to taste the ambrosia of traralgon's centre of fulfillment.
I was thinking of this place for a week, and after 12 hours of travel, made it, and found it closed. After fleeting shocked eye contact with the master of victuals inside, she opened up and fed my dear sister and I anyway. They have my permanent adoration and undying loyalty, and if you pass this place by, your life will be worse for it.