An authentic 50s diner; appealing, if you like vinyl. The simple red-white-and-blue menus slightly predate the Grease-era diners. You can almost feel the postwar optimism, if not the ensuing decadence. This may be the last restaurant in Charlotte - nay, the developed world - that primarily uses styrofoam cups. They have enormous stacks of these planet-killers all over the shop, presumably in imitation of the landfill that they are destined to become.
I see reviews touting this shop as a cultural landmark hailing from a bygone Charlotte. I understand the sentimentality. Charlotte loves to replace its history with ugly glass-paneled sky scrapers and something ought to be saved, but I'm not sure that this is the nugget I would choose.