The Gobbler Restaurant's grand carport, where diners and swingers could pull up under the glittering icicle-light trimmed canopy, and marvel at the red-carpet luxury of genuine sandstone, amethyst chunks set into the facade, and volcanic tufa for a coarse, rugged touch. It was almost like parking at the entry of a spaceship, all swooping lines and Jetsons curves.
As you walked in, you were greeted by an onslaught of pinks, purples, brasses and all shades in between - from the walls, the turkey-motif carpeting and the vinyl chairs to the clamshell phone booth backdrop.
It was a sight to see, indeed.
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