My grandfather used to take us there late 80s, early 90s. One time (and the last time), I ordered a plate of spaghetti and a 19 or 29 cent small milk. Realized after I drank it that the milk was expired.

The ladies' room was 2 or 3 steps up but (as I traumatically remember it) directly connected to the dining room. The milk hit HARD. As a gawky high school girl, those 3 steps were the longest walk of shame.