One of my favorite restaurants as a kid was The Cabin on Rte 33. They sometimes have bands that play jukebox favorites. The french onion soup is an orgasm of cheese and grease and the sandwiches are absurdly overstuffed. There’s taxidermized animals on the walls and lots of different beers on tap. It’s also in a kinda-sorta faux rural area, so you don’t feel like a complete tool.
