The Palms Cafe
I wonder what you think of when you hear the word ‘cafe”? For me, a cafe was a “coffee shop”. My Father used to meet his friends there every morning before work where he would catch up on the town gossip. On Saturday mornings I got to go with him and have a soda and play the pinball machine. The waitress knew my name. Dad always gave me a nickel to put in the jukebox, and I almost always walked out of there with some piece of candy.
Magpie says she remembers this place as a bar when she was in high school. Not that she ever frequented it or anything 🙂