1970s matchbooks from Stuart Anderson's Black Angus restaurants.
Back in the day, Black Angus was how you showed you had arrived. Even if you hadn't really arrived.
Or maybe just arrived in a 1984 VW Rabbit.
Your Dad got a $250 bonus at work, Black Angus.
Your Grandma Gerda had a 97th birthday, Black Angus.
You got a date with Becky from Sales, Black Fucking Angus.