Wood Street (under Reading Viaduct)
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In its heyday, the J&J Trestle Inn featured pregnant strippers with gunshot wounds jiggling their flesh morosely for the marks at the bar, who looked on as they reached distractedly into a foggy jar loaded with pickled pigs’ feet for a snack. Today’s Trestle Inn still has ladies dancing for the crowd—and still serves pickled pigs’ feet—but the similarities pretty much end there.