In the middle of nowhere, a sleepy town amidst the thick foliage of forest which ran in every direction as far as the eye could see, sat a large diner and milkshake bar. It’s main source of illumination- cheap, rainbow neon signs. ‘WELCOME TO THE 60’S’.
You know those black and white or techno films that could essentially create and fill up a “vintage” aisle in the video store? Now I felt like the modern kid who was zapped via a malfunctioning time machine,through the decades. Little round tables wih cushioned stools were generously scattered in a smoking section. The waiteresses wore tight white blouses and pouffy mini skirts in coordinated bubblegum colours. Their hair was larger than life and expertly teased. As we made our way through the cancer-causing section and entered the foyer we were greeted by the King himself , Elvis Presley (no really there was a talking cardboard cut-out of Elvis) While my dad placed our order with the smiling hostess, pulled by my penchant for history I couldn’t help but wander through this breathing surviving bit of the past…
Which brought me to yet another dinning area. The walls splashed with articles and photograph’s including up to date recordings of Marilyn Monroe.The next room which had a colour scheme of red, black and white. The walls bore gratification to Marilyn, looking ravishing in her signature white halter dress and golden hair.
On the opposite end of the dinning area lay an entertainment centre. A giant working pinball machine from the 60’s stood strong. In the centre of the checkerboard floor a groomed timeless Harley beamed. Along the sides gloated three antique motorbikes. The decor in this room included several Elvis posters and quotes and two Rolling Stones covers. The bathrooms were divided like at any other facility, according to gender. Only here you weren’t “male” or “female”, you were either “Elvis” or “Marilyn”. If that isn’t fandom to a peak I don’t know what is!
This experience was as through I’d run my fingers along a timeline and came to a halt somewhere between the 50’s and 60’s. An entire diner paying tribute to two icons of the time and to think we’d almost drove right past it, none the wiser!
_Quixotic Novelist