Oh to have Eaten at the Automat, Just Once

For those who remember the Automat, the mere mention of the word taps into a wellspring of nostalgic, pungent memories. Clutching a handful of fat nickels, peering into the little glass doors framed in brass, choosing from the chicken pot pies, the cream cheese &¬†chopped pecan sandwiches¬†, pumpkin or lemon meringue pie, seemingly untouched by … Continue reading Oh to have Eaten at the Automat, Just Once