I walked into Ollie’s Station expecting a gimmick and ended up lingering longer than planned. The moment I stepped inside, it felt like time bent a little.
Trains circled overhead, the kind you remember staring at as a kid, and suddenly the noise of the outside world felt very far away. It did not feel staged or ironic.
It felt sincere, like a place that never saw a reason to change. Sitting there on Southwest Boulevard along historic Route 66, I started to understand why people cannot agree on what makes this place special…