We had an Old Spaghetti Factory in downtown Cincinnati years ago. (Before the city started the apparent policy of driving out and tearing down any business that appeared remotely successful.) For several years it was the destination of choice for my birthday dinner. (1976 possibly. 1977 for sure.) We stumbled across one on a trip within the last year and I tried to talk to family into dinner there, but I was outvoted. (Louisville? Columbus? Not sure which one.) Next time I’ll use the VETO power granted to me as the dad/driver and INSIST! [;)]