If Fonzie rolled into Indiana looking for dinner, he would probably feel weirdly at home.
A few drive-ins here still run on the same basic formula that made the 1950s look so good on screen. Cars lined up outside, burgers wrapped in paper, shakes thick enough to slow down a straw, and somebody bringing food right to the window.
Add a jukebox somewhere nearby and you are basically one leather jacket away from a very specific kind of TV rerun…