RipsMenu, Front
My dad’s drive-in.
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Lovely. I’ll have the Parson Shaick’s Treat and a malt, please.
I really, really love stuff like this. I long for the era of the diner.
menu art doesn’t look like this anymore. I think your mom’s passing has inadvertently launched a new phase in art appreciation.