He may be famous but he missed one thing! I'm talking about Famous Dave and his BBQ restaurant chain. We were in the city yesterday and decided to have a BBQ sandwich for lunch.
The food? Great! And to prove it, the place was packed.
However, as I looked around at the decor I felt as if something were amiss.
The nostalgic tone of a small-town gas station was pretty right-on. The vintage signs, tools, advertisements, and photos all worked together to remind one of those old gas stations and the small-town mechanic...the same guy who used to come out and ask "Fill 'er up?" when you pulled up to the gas pump. He was the guy who washed your windshield, fixed your flat tires and who, after sticking his head under the hood to listen to that ticking sound, would drive the car onto the rack, climb underneath the hood, and fix said noise. All those things came to mind.
But still...something was not quite right.
I finally figured it out.
Famous Dave's simply does not smell quite right. Every garage and service station of that era smelled like a garage. You know...a mixture of gasoline, oil, grease rags, and tires.
The crew that put this decor in place is probably way too young to have ever set foot in the bay area of one of those gas stations. They wouldn't have a clue what the place is supposed to smell like.