Another T-bird. This one must have been quite special, because the side street is named Thunderbird Drive.

It's an utterly ordinary and unremarkable chain joint today, stripped of the raiments of its era, slathered with faux-historical architectural cliches intended to denote domesticity and class. Spare as this was, it had some damned dignity, and wasn't wearing the architectural equivalent of a powdered wig.

No, I take that back. I noted the arches and gave the light fixtures a second look, and I think this was cursed from the start.