I was never able to experience the bar car heyday. The closest example for me was the Pacific Parlor Car. Some nights nothing happened but other times a rolling bar atmosphere would spawn organically. After the PPC was abandoned by Anderson the last vestige of the lounge car era was over. Now we're stuck with glorified gas station booths on wheels with tinted windows.Those lounges, and the myriad other "private" nooks and crannies in some of the heritage cars, were one of the attractions of rail travel during my youth. Looking back, I wonder how we all survived, as it sometimes had a Woodstock vibe.