First thing's first - I passed the bar.
Second thing's second - Today I went to lunch at Donnie Mac's Trailer Park Cuisine. I was expecting a little bit of irony, but I don't think the place fully captured the ambiance of a manufactured housing community. Now, I'm sure part of that is for sanitary reasons. Few restaurants would permit the presence of the bull mastiffs that some park resident is always deciding to breed and who are "really gentle," just ask them.
On the other hand, some of the authenticity could be easily improved upon. For instance, the beer list featured a bunch of restaurant standards, plus PBR. PBR is probably on this list because hipsters saw it in Blue Velvet and decided that it is the one and only true white trash beer, but c'mon, really. Where's the Milwaukee's Best? Where's the Keystone? Where's the Schlitz?
Put another way, at a trailer park restaurant, Chardonnay should not be on the menu. Chardonnay should be the girl who brings you the menu.