Remember walking into The Ground Round as a kid?
Peanut shells covered the floor, cartoons played while you waited, and every visit felt like a special occasion.
Dining at Long John Silver’s used to be a special fucking occasion. You didn’t walk inside the restaurant so much as you boarded that motherfucker. Then they enriched your experience even further by giving you a pirate hat even if you were 50 years old. There was no downside.