These dinos are in an industrial park. The former owner had them made for his grandchildren. Here we have two dinos and between them, that little brown spec, is the caveman. Sorry the pix is so far away. Big fences with barbed wire keep people out.
They are made of some type of metal, and are life-sized. Hense the reason the caveman is so tiny. I loved it. Took too many pixs.
Angel had a bit of trouble finding it, but find it, we did. The building had tin ceilings, wooden floors, and wooden walls. Real wooden paneling, not faux 70s crap. This place has not been updated since Roosevelt was president. It had one communal table. And a pool table, covered with more religious information and articles about them. Think dive meet eclectic meets an episode of Hoarders (light). Bug found a copy of mom's article for The Easton Phillipsburg Chronicle on the table. Bug is 8. She wrote it when Bug was a toddler.
The owner was friendly. Really friendly. I can see how that could put people off.He remembered Angel.
My hot dog was good. I don't know if it was the sauce or the brand of hot dog. But the meat was tasty. Kunzlers, I think.
The owner told us they would have closed if it wasn't for the internet and foodies discovering it. When I looked it up on Yelp, there was about 25 comments. All but two were very positive. He told us that they are on at least 30 websites, and a couple books.
It's creepy. It's a dive. It's from another dimension. But that's okay. I'd go back.
2 comments:
Thanks for sharing such a great experience with me!
And I didn't have trouble finding Charlie's! I just took you to alpha public school first! The public school and the municipal building are the two places I go on instinct.
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