That might be right. As I remember, this place had a "train car booth" for every booth on the second floor...overlooking the bar on the first floor. I ate there in May of '85. I was seriously fucked up at the time in a fight with GBS for the second time...on so many drugs I have a hard time remembering that year.
A 17 year old kid, wearing a hospital bracelet, getting served wine before graduation...imagine that for a second.
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