They have an ice cream counter with old-fashioned bar stools, a candy display, and those old red vinyl booths where young couples would share milkshakes before heading out to the submarine races.
I can remember how, as a little boy, my parents would take me to an Italian restaurant in New York called Carlucci's. The best part of the meal was when the waitress brought out the cheesecake. It was love at first bite.