Some parents — not me, of course — scold their kids incessantly about their smartphones and Xboxes and such, as if they hadn’t pumped a 401K’s worth of quarters into Galaga back before the Internet. At this goofy but fun Demonbreun Street pub-chow hangout, the walls are lined with vintage arcade games that accomplish two things: showing you that all that time and money wasn’t entirely wasted, and allowing you to one-up your kids at something electronic.
