Another spot where by day you and your family can enjoy lunch and dinner. By night the little room across from the kitchen becomes Raeford's version of "Cheers". But beware, not only does everybody know YOUR NAME, they know your mama's name, your wife's name, where you live, and where you work AND they have every one of those telephone numbers on their cell phone speed dial. Step out of line and your mama knows you've done it before you even finish it.
Dress Code: Raeford and Dress Code are actually oxymorons. My husband once wore a hideous black T-shirt with a flourescent Pecock on the front that his friend gave him as a gag gift, at least I hope it was a gag gift. Sorry, Bill.
The Aviator serves up lunch and dinner for the whole family and skydivers galore, including the Army's Golden Knights, but at night the pool tables get busy and after a few beers on the weekends, the locals begin to think they can sing. That's right, Karaoke Rick actually encourages them to try and doesn't even offer them a bucket to carry a tune in! Yes, I have indeed fallen prey to the mic myself, thus my title..."wear earplugs at the airport". Fun and one of only two nightspots in Raeford (we won't count all the backyard parties).
Dress Code: You can usually tell who is who by what they are wearing...you'll see everything from a Rolex and trendy sport clothing on the military fellas driving Hummers to hunting camo and a ball cap on a local good ole boy (who probably rode up on a four wheeler right across the flight line). Oh yes, and the fella driving the Hummer with Paraclete on the side really is the owner of Paraclete, it's not a pick-up line.