My father and I used to breakfast there when I was young and I still hold fond memories of it. I recently went back with my parents, for old times' sake and unfortunately it didn't hold up to my expectations.. This sort of kitschy joint was bought (or whatever) by our very own queen of Kitsch: Celine Dion, and you have pictures of her (or used to anyway) everywhere, surrounded by black and white glamorous movie stars from the fifties.
I love the squeaky, glittery seats and the bubblegum, retro decor but it's all that remains. The portions, once humongous, are now merely normal. I guess they want to appeal to a more health conscious clientele but, damn, that's not what I'm here for! I don't think the flashy jukebox plays anymore and my favorites from the desert menu (the "Celine Dion"! of course, the incredible Banana Split and and giant Sundae) are gone and I'm heartbroken..