My first full-time job out of High School was milkman. In 1975/76 for months I stopped at the Deer Head Cafe for brunch.
A local motor cycle gang hung out there, as well.
It seemed OLD and RUNDOWN even then.
Gump Worsley’s Lament feat Deer Head.
Surprisingly, the Cafe is still serving loyal locals. Cash only.
They even have an Instagram.