Yeah and if you miss it you could always pop into a casino. At the doors I was like, “oh wow. That’s interesting.” Then I hit the interior, “ugh, god. It’s everywhere.” Yuck
Used to love pretending that the cigarette vending machine was a nasa control center while waiting to be seated though. Every once in a while a plunger would work and my parents would take the pack out and throw them away.
Some may be wondering how this scheme worked. Well, it didn’t. As someone who waited tables during those times, this really only mattered for seating and where you could light up. In reality, every section was the smoking section since the second-hand smoking experience was practically everywhere, including the kitchen.
There’s a special level of hell where your hair and clothes smell permanently of old cigarette smoke and fry grease, and it never washes out.
Yep, as a kid my eyes would hurt when we went out to eat and the whole place stank. The whole family was non-smokers and so we’d go out of our way to get an outside table if possible. It’s nuts that that was a thing for so long
I also remember that once I went to a Denny’s and my dad drove us home during an unexpected blizzard. I don’t go to Denny’s often but now, every time I do, even if it’s in the middle of August, I hope for snow.
If you are above a certain age, you can smell this photo.
It smells like Dennys used to smell.
That brings me back.
Back to a world where everything smelled like cigarette ash. While its nostalgic, I don’t miss it. Its crazy how much people used to smoke.
Yeah and if you miss it you could always pop into a casino. At the doors I was like, “oh wow. That’s interesting.” Then I hit the interior, “ugh, god. It’s everywhere.” Yuck
Smells like Reno.
Second cigarette after you order brings the waitress out with your Moons Over My Hammy and some more coffee.
Or any other restaurant where you had a smoking and non smoking section
I just don’t think the younger generations can understand how saturated diners and bars were with cigarette smoke.
Used to love pretending that the cigarette vending machine was a nasa control center while waiting to be seated though. Every once in a while a plunger would work and my parents would take the pack out and throw them away.
Some may be wondering how this scheme worked. Well, it didn’t. As someone who waited tables during those times, this really only mattered for seating and where you could light up. In reality, every section was the smoking section since the second-hand smoking experience was practically everywhere, including the kitchen.
There’s a special level of hell where your hair and clothes smell permanently of old cigarette smoke and fry grease, and it never washes out.
Yep, as a kid my eyes would hurt when we went out to eat and the whole place stank. The whole family was non-smokers and so we’d go out of our way to get an outside table if possible. It’s nuts that that was a thing for so long
Parent’s car.
Did they have a non-smoking section?
/s
I remember this smell.
I also remember that once I went to a Denny’s and my dad drove us home during an unexpected blizzard. I don’t go to Denny’s often but now, every time I do, even if it’s in the middle of August, I hope for snow.
So Dennys used to smell better?