Cotham's Mercantile - Home of the Hubcap Hamburger

I experienced Arkansas at it's roots today.

I ate a one pound, hubcap burger and one onion ring (that was all I could poke down my throat after the burger) in an old mercantile store that looked like something from "The Color Purple." It was sitting above bottomland, across from a cotton field and an old gin.











There wasn't an available table but we waited as suited gentlemen, bikers, and farmers alike enjoyed the true southern cuisine.

Cotham's Mercantile was like sitting in a grand, old dusty picture of days gone by...I loved it.