Once upon a time there was a quaint little drive in. You could pull up, place your order for a tall, frosty mug of homemade root beer. Pretty soon, a cutesy teen age girl would bring it out along with your pizza burger and fries. It'd taste great and you'd be more than satisfied. The kids would think it was so much fun to eat in the car and wipe the ice from the outside of their mug.
The reality is that this once great eatery has went WAY down hill. I visited for breakfast last week. Our waitress could have doubled as a street person, she needed clean clothes and a hair brush. She was also the cook. The cook who cleaned the bathroom while my food was cooking. The potatoes were re-heated and unedible. I've sprinkled bigger pieces of bacon out of a Bac-O's jar. The eggs. Weren't too bad.
Needless to say the fairy tale is over. No one lived happily ever after (unless they died from salmonella) and I won't go back to the Minuteman.