When the Gobbler Ruled

No blog post worth its salt on life in the 1960s during the Cold War is complete without pointing its dear readers to the delights of The Gobbler Motel & Supper Club. If you are a Gobbler virgin, consider yourself officially deflowered. Prepare to enter a world of heavy shag carpeting, state-of-the-art 8-track tapes, disco bars that spun around cheesy dance floors, big American-made black-and-white television sets, and the pinnacle dining experience in central Wisconsin during the Nixon presidency. Who ever said they didn't know how to party hard in 1969?