I went to a restaurant out in the country in Oak Ridge, OR, called the Sportsman's Cafe. There was a bug lamp INSIDE the dining area. Every once in a while I heard a loud ZAP. Talk about atmosphere . . . Needless to say we didn't sit at the table that was under the bug lamp
I don't remember what the food was like--it wasn't as memorable as waiting for the next insect to get electrocuted.