It’s still stuck with the faux nostalgia. The wall collection of rolling pins and flour shakers are absurdly condescending.
Not, it is not ‘absurdly condescending’. Many of us who ate at CB had mothers and grandmothers who lovingly used rolling pins and FLOUR SIFTERS as they cooked for those they loved and appreciated the shout out and reminder of a safe and loving time.
I have never thought of a collection of rolling pins on a wall to be condescending me. I’m a little more sturdy in my emotional make up. What does that even mean?