I remember a beloved fish-and-chips restaurant in the area where I grew up that had, in addition to fun cartoons of a clam introducing various dishes, smoke stains all along the edge of the ceiling. It was that bad… funny to think that it was soon after smoking was banned that the place closed down–maybe it never actually tasted good but nobody could tell??
I had a family friend who smoked so much the walls oozed yellow. I could not bear to go over there even though I adored her.
I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m like this.