This is horrifying! Most of the fancy dinners my family had until I was about ten years old were at a restaurant called The Glory Hole!

I feel so dirty now. I feel sick.

Ye Gods! I'll never be able to look back on my childhood with a fond sense of refreshing innocence now for as long as I live.

Thank you very much, Perverted Jerks of America, for spoiling my childlike naivete. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the bathroom purging ten years of tainted scallops and steak from my being.

(update, 3.2.02: last time i was back home, the much famed glory hole has been bought and now has large ugly letters spelling W A S H O E on it, which is the name of an indian tribe, a county and lake in nevada, and, as far as i know, not a term for anonymous bathroom sex.)