We learned that when we grew up we'd sail around on The Love Boat, with frequent visits to Fantasy Island. If we went to the police academy and were assigned very hazardous duties, someone would take us away from all that. We didn't really know about sex, but from Love, American Style, we could see it involved a brass bed. And of course, we'd hang out at the Regal Beagle.
It's still, somehow, incredibly disappointing for me that the Regal Beagle, the bar of choice on "Three's Company," isn't real. I totally wanted to hang out there, even if it was populated by slightly oily guys like Jack Tripper's pal Larry.* It seemed so grown up, so bubbling over with promise and fun and responsibility. (I felt the same way about Danny's bar on "Quincy, M.E.")
Now of course I see that I mentally made the Regal Beagle into much more of a fun place than the weird little set depicted it as. But every once in a while, I go into a bar that's just a little bit dumpy and yet a little bit everybody-knows-your-name and I think: Is that Mrs. Roper over there?
*Richard Kline, who played Larry, was actually a Vietnam vet and seems to be a stand-up guy.