To the left a pinball machine featuring "Creature from the Black Lagoon", one of my faves when I was in the 6th grade!
Many framed photos of Marilyn.
There at our table was a juke box file (what did we call those things back then?) that, alas, was out of order. I was already reaching for my quarters, but I bet these days it would take more than that to play some songs. Somebody kept the music coming: The Supremes, Otis Redding, Beatles, Stones---I was ready to rock! I think my husband was embarrassed. The energetic hostess (see below) must have felt the same way, with a quick jive now and then as she balanced her stack of menus.
To our right was the gorgeous juke box, center of Lori's universe. The Fabulous Fifties, bring 'em on! You can see the fender of the Edsel in the corner of this photo.
The menu was not in the least esoteric, as you might have guessed. Just good American fare, lots of coffee, and memorable hash browns, of which I'm not usually a devotee. Like a good girl, I consumed only the crispy crust atop them. But I did go all out with carb-noshing when it came to the 9-grain toast. So, we gobbled our bacon, eggs, and toast and left ready to take on San Francisco. We returned to Lori's several times during our stay, and each morning I was fascinated by the hostess, Mary Donna, who moved sometimes like a soccer player and at others like chanteuse. She was amazing. I made a quick photo of her on our last breakfast, not a good shot. How could it be? I couldn't get her to slow down long enough.
I told her we'd see her in November when we return for a long weekend of more opera. A birthday present from my husband. Play on, sweet fifties/sixties juke box. We'll be back.