by Guest » Tue Jan 05, 2016 2:09 pm
I remember the Pine Cone very well; it had a second restaurant called the Tradewinds. We used to go there all the time because it was nearby. It was on my fathers way to work, so he and his friends used to meet there early, so he knew all the staff. I remember the treasure chest, as well as the childs menu which doubled as a cardboard pirate mask (two holes fit over your ears. On my 4th birthday (early 1960's) we went there for dinner. I suddenly found myself surrounded by waitstaff with a cake singing Happy Birthday. By the end of the song I was under the table. Last time I was there was when I spend the night before leaving for basic training in the late 70's.
I remember the Pine Cone very well; it had a second restaurant called the Tradewinds. We used to go there all the time because it was nearby. It was on my fathers way to work, so he and his friends used to meet there early, so he knew all the staff. I remember the treasure chest, as well as the childs menu which doubled as a cardboard pirate mask (two holes fit over your ears. On my 4th birthday (early 1960's) we went there for dinner. I suddenly found myself surrounded by waitstaff with a cake singing Happy Birthday. By the end of the song I was under the table. Last time I was there was when I spend the night before leaving for basic training in the late 70's.