Then there's the automotive decorative motif. Corvettes and Indian motorcycles dangling from ceilings and load-bearing walls. A TV showing races in the lobby that is lodged in the floor and surrounded by diamond plate.
Being a NASCAR freak, I entirely and completely dig the place, to the extent that I bring friends there who have yet to witness its greatness. I wear a black ballcap (yes, I'm 40 and immature) with the words The Lube stitched elegantly above the bill.
To complete the American dining experience, I of course paid for our meal with a credit card. The same card that a while back I used to register for that Upromise program that allegedly takes a percentage of your spending on certain items and tucks it away for college savings. Hey, I'm an optimist.
Load up the truck, Jethro. Time for the hillbillies to eat.Posted by Jeff at June 30, 2005 07:13 AM | TrackBack