That warm, familiar feeling when you step inside isn’t a coincidence. It’s choreography. The rocking chairs, the checkerboards, the sepia photographs—they’re not just décor, they’re props in a story written to bypass your skepticism and go straight for your sentimentality. You aren’t simply dining; you’re being guided into a role: the traveler returning to a simpler, kinder past that never quite existed as shown. Behind the scenes, corporate teams decide which version of “America” gets framed and which parts are quietly erased. The result is a portable fantasy, a looping scene that follows the interstate and waits for you at