When I was a kid, my grandfather took me to a bonkers restaurant called the Flying Lady. It seemed enormous at the time. I just Googled it and apparently, it was enormous even if you were an adult.
It had a 1910’s old-timey vibe and the owner was an aviation aficionado. At one point, it was one of the world’s largest restaurants, seating 2000. It had 7 full-sized antique planes hanging from the ceiling, including a Wright flyer replica. And throughout the entire restaurant was a hanging track (repurposed from a dry cleaner, apparently) that had 100 model airplanes flying over your head throughout your meal. On top of that, there was an adjoining museum full of antique planes. And, if I’m not mistaken, they would occasionally host air shows nearby. I have no idea if the food was any good. I didn’t care. I must have been 8 years old and mesmerized.
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Now I grew up in California and, as such, Disneyland was a common vacation spot for my family. That actually inspired me more than anything to get out and see the world. When I began to hit the Holden Caufield portion of my life, I realized Disneyland was all fake and I wanted to see the real stuff. The real New Orleans, the real Thunder Mountain Railroad (Grand Canyon), the real castle (Neuschwanstein), the real Tomorrowland (it’s Shanghai…It’s totally Shanghai).