'We treat you like family here,' says the waitress at this tiny wood-paneled slip of a diner, Chattanooga's oldest restaurant. 'We just don't like our family very much!' She's kidding (we think), but that kind of salty banter is what makes Zarzour's such an experience: that, and the just-like-grammy-used-to-make hamburger steak, baked spaghetti and lemon ice box pie (a true classic of the genre).