I loved the Barbary Coast. It had its own vibe, and I loved it. I remember filling out football contest entries at a table in the lounge, hearing a voice singing, and looking up from my table to see Big Elvis for the first time. I thought it was a fat suit (he was around 650 pounds at the time). Won two cruise tickets in their football contest my first year there (top 100, I think), then sold them to my friend (also Bob). I never really warmed to the food in the coffee shop, but ate there occasionally anyway just because.
I still have half a dozen Barbary baseball caps lying around here in various drawers.