First time I ever heard of or saw one of these was in Oklahoma City on a nonstop LA to Springfield drive. My co-pilot and I were delirious from the all-night drive and were looking for somewhere decent to stop for breakfast that wasn’t fast-food. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when I saw a sign for a Twin Peaks themed diner in the middle of fucking Oklahoma! Too cool! All of a sudden I was ravenous for hot black coffee and cherry pie. I couldn’t wait to be surrounded by red velvet curtains and cryptic menu items; all while jiving to hypnotic acid jazz music. We pulled in, and as soon as we stepped through the door, I got the joke. Felt pretty silly. The coffee wasn’t bad, and our server was nice in the way she said we weren’t the usual clientele she was used to.