Chirping seagulls, PCH and Sunset, pina coladas with neon umbrella straws, sawdust floors, leftovers wrapped in tinfoil sculptures. Ahhh the cheesy splendor that is Gladstones. The seaside eatery has been a cultural landmark and the venue of every secondary holiday (i.e., mother’s day) family get together of mine since the mid-80’s. If your question is, Matt, did you happen to get up on the loudspeaker at Gladstones and sing your grandma happy birthday when you were 4, my answer would have to be, yes.
This tourist trap was once the busiest …