It had the Juke Box, individual booths, amazing milkshakes and hamburgers MacDonalds could never match. The Cafe was decked with posters of the bands of the period and historical photos tracing the history of the Terminus was a thriving little village. On Friday and Saturday nights, when the movies were on at the Savoy up the road, the place banged with life.
Occasionally, you could find people who thought they were cool hanging out there. I was one of them.