Where else can a kid be a kid? At Chuck E. Cheese, of course. It has been two years since I have been to the Chuck E. Cheese in Algiers, on the West Bank. I am talking about the one on Charles de Gaulle Boulevard.
Welcome to New Orleans. Home is where the heart is.
You will never guess who I went with.
I didn’t drive. Leather did. Punk Barbie sat in the back seat like a big shot.
The pizza was not as good as I remember.
All the robots are gone. There is no more animatronic entertainment, such as that was. Everything is digital, not analog, except the games and the company.
Leather Tuscadero, Punk Barbie, and your humble narrator went to Chuck E. Cheese today…