Not having grown up in St. Louis, I only occasionally encountered the Parkmoor until someone put me onto their onion rings tragically late in the history of this St. Louis standard. But the people that loved really loved it, apparently. Somewhere out there, there surely are car hops with great stories.
In the meanwhile here's this, and I'll be happy to hear your stories, too.
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It was a great hangout, though I only ever went there after a movie across the street, at the Esquire.
The look was always clean and well-tended, though the decor was distinguished by hanging lights that seemed to resemble “flower child” op-art flowers.
I thought the food was good, but I was just a teenager, or in my early 20’s, so what did I know? It was just fun to act like a grown-up in there, a man about town.