One of the predicaments offered by the pandemic was the inability to go to my favorite diner, Cafe 50s, on Santa Monica Boulevard. Oh, they have tables on the sidewalk but it's not the same.
But, isn't a diner just a diner? Nope. Not when you can play a bunch of tunes with the table side juke boxes. Five songs for a dollar. See how the juke box theme ties in?
Well, when I go to Cafe 50s, I play the same songs every time. I almost know the numbers by heart. And here is one of them. A big hit apparently in 1956. It sounded like it was the sound track to a movie western. And maybe it was.
Cue it, Miss Gogi Grant.
Dinner last night: Salad.
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