I'm stayin' with ya.
I have the memories of once was in loose sports clubs/grills.
Riding 2-up through the night headed home to SoCal, we stopped at Salinas about 10pm to get gas.
I wanted a steak dinner and the attendant with raised eyebrow recommended a place.
The food was good, the booths deep maroon leather, the patrons very quiet, it felt like a gangster's club house.
This was mid-week btw.