When I was a kid I spent many lunches walking through the Piccadilly Cafeteria line admiring their pies. Southern cafeterias were always well-stocked with good pies, even when the rest of the meal options were just on par. I remember marveling at the sugar beads forming on the tops of chocolate and lemon meringue pies, and loving the smell of nutmeg in their baked custard cups. But their coconut cream pie was something to behold. While the jello parfaits got Cool Whip, the Coconut Cream Pies got the real thing, or at least the real thing from a can.