Last week, my husband saw this place featured on a program on the Food Network. He asked me if I remembered it, and I said “Yes, there were a lot of rumors about hookers hanging around there.” He gave me a funny look and said “Thanks a lot – I just told our daughter that I used to go there all the time!”.

In all fairness to my husband and this place, I used to stop there on my way home to San Bernardino after visiting LA. For the longest time, I had no clue about its reputation. I never saw anyone there who looked like a prostitute. But then, I never stopped there after 8 in the evening. And admittedly, I have no clue how to look for a hooker -