There's a pizza place / arcade / prizes / generally annoying-as-fuck franchise called Chuck E. Cheese's. My family visited the one in La Crosse (Wisconsin) recently. Not my choice, but the kids loved it. To help deter child-abductions, each family is marked with a special only-visible-under-blacklight number-stamp as they enter, and everyone is checked as … Continue reading Chuck E. Cheese gave my family The Mark Of The Beast (666)… and I couldn’t be happier.
