Sarles Cafe. I have such fond memories of this place. That summer week Leah and I spent at my grandma's in 1988, and again in 1989, we went to the cafe all the time. It was dirty. The service was terrible. When we walked in the music stopped and everyone turned around to look. The head-full-of-curlers waitress would greet us with "whadda ya want?" But that greasy reconstituted chicken burger was delicious!
It used to say "Cafe" there, after "Sarles." I don't know why it doesn't anymore. Its not like they ever used it for anything else.
a peek in the basement window revealed what a peek in just about any basement window around there would reveal - water. Check out that old rusty water heater! Oooo! I'm giddy just thinking about it!
Sarles Cafe dining area. There used to be a picture on the wall with a little girl praying, that said "Go to Church Sundays. Eat Wonder Bread." Does eating Wonder Bread have anything to do with going to Church? Will your soul be saved by the doughy consistency of Wonder Bread? Ew. I could never eat that stuff. Guess its straight to Hell for me!
The ceiling was leaking big ugly drops of rusty water onto piles of debris.
The wall on the left was lined with tables. This was where we always sat. When you ordered a pop you'd get a 12-oz can that always came with god-knows-what, I'll call it dirt, all over the top, and a semi-clean plastic glass with ice in it. Good times...
This area was behind the counter, and the door leads to the kitchen.
The kitchen, in blur-o-vision. Guess this means I'll have to go back! ;)
Sarles Cafe restroom. I got back to the car where M and me mum were waiting. Mum couldn't figure out why I would want to take pictures of that nasty old place. She doesn't understand. But Leah understands! :)
We swung through the park to check on Mum's "murials" that she painted in 2005. There's a really dumb chick who organized the centenniel celebration who annoyingly called them that, so now I call them that because I know it irks me mum! ;P