We were at a restaurant that simulated a restaurant out of the 1950s. The black and white checkered floors, the shinny booth tables, and music from that era all contributed to an atmosphere where I felt like I was Marty McFly and that anytime Biff Tannon was going to come in looking for George.
There were ash trays and a cigarette machine. We didn’t buy any. We bought lots of food though and enjoyed a little dinner.
The restaurant’s name is Trixie.
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