During the construction I fretted about my kids well being. I worried they would look back and be traumatized by the constant chaos. I worried they would be mortified that we were mistaken for being homeless at Carls Jr. All that worrying was for nothing. My kids loved it, loved almost everything about it. Loved the bulldozers, the dust, the endless pile of "props" aka rubbish, and they loved eating out most of the time.