Imagine the Cuban Missile Crisis had not been averted. This is where Frank, Sammy, Dean and the rest of the gang would have fled to escape mushroom clouds in favor of olives in martinis. It's an honest-to-goodness fallout shelter: concrete, no windows, in the center of town. Stepping inside will take you back to another time, with JFK portraits, a vintage '60s décor and classic pinball machines. Polish up a pool cue, and order another highball for that swingin' cat in the corner. You're gonna' have a blast!
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