Tablecloth trouble

Last years day off was an unmitigated disaster. It was a terrible day to have off, which meAnt often it didn't end up being a day off. We are trying a new day this year. And yesterday was the first. Elliot is a kindy but we have the afternoon free not rushing off to karate and meetings so we can actually do something. I am really looking forward to just us hanging out with Mr T. It was lovely. We went to the breakfast creek hotel for lunch which I was a bit worried about as the Brisbane river was in flood but this time the BCH was high and dry. Derek was after a steak dinner- not one of my strong suits either buying or cooking steak so we left it up to the professionals. While we were waiting we found this.



A history of the 30 years of table cloths at the hotel.
My question is... Is that a history worth remembering? Clearly some of the from the 80s should be best left well alone.
And interestingly they no longer use table cloths at all so why celebrate the past 30 years of what they clearly have decided can be done away with?
They do know their steaks tho, and I could feel my haemoglobin levels rising with every mouthwatering moment if melt in your mouth red meat goodness. Mmmmm mmmmm