Yelp:

The first thing I noticed when I walked into Michaels was that the average age of the people there was over 3 times my own age. I felt like a child wandering through a retirement home!!

Or:

Jesus Rollerblading Christ. Where do I even begin with this place?

First impression upon walking in: I've been transported back in time to a funeral parlor in 1950.

Honest to the universe (or god if you believe in that sort of thing), this place gives me the creeps. It's like walking into the home of the Munsters. I found it difficult to eat my meal because I kept looking around the place expecting to see ghosts flying through the walls

No, you didn’t.

Richly colored carpets, heavily gilded picture frames, dark hardwood trim, and suit-clad servers transport you to a bygone era, when restaurants were as much about the experience as they were the food.

Now it’s closed.