Three stories come to mind.
The first year, I went at lunchtime and there was only space at the bar. I should preface by saying I grew up in the sixties and was told not to miss Primetime. I started to tear up watching the old TV clips; especially Dick Van Dyke. When the bartender brought me my lunch, I burst into tears. A real fountain coke, a hot dog with grill marks and crinkle fries - it was just all too much.
Next year I took my mom. I love my chardonnay with dinner. When I asked for my first glass, "Granny" looked down her nose at me. Second glass, she said absolutely not. My mom was delighted.
Last story. Last year, we were a large group and had what appeared to be a new server. The guy at the table next to us must have been a long time server and was going for the big, big laughs. Finally our server warmed up a bit, at our urging and he gave us a great trivia question. We has a blast figuring it out and actually enjoyed the less over the top antics.