Iron Mountain Pizza Hut
The sign says Pizza Hut Classic, now. I worked there 25 years ago, first as a delivery driver—which didn’t work that well in winter with our 1975 Oldsmobile, one night I got stuck twice; then as a shift manager. Our roadtrip earlier this year took us through town, so we checked it out. It hasn’t changed. The dining room has been updated a bit, but not to modernize, just to maintain. The salad bar is still there. The lights are still there. The kitchen looks identical. The employees park and smoke and bitch in the same place. I don’t remember the addition or the Subway across the street.
I ran back to the car to grab a camera and snap a few shots while we waited for our stuffed crust.
