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There's one word I've heard repeatedly from people describing life in the U.S. in the 1950s: Boring.Were the fifties really so bad?
There's one word I've heard repeatedly from people describing life in the U.S. in the 1950s: Boring.Were the fifties really so bad?
Long Beach California, 1952. Home movies of Beany's Drive In restaurant. Notice that everyone looks well behaved, clean and neatly dressed, even for take out hamburgers. There is no litter or graffiti. All the cars are clean and polished except for a couple of prewar jobs. You can get a cheeseburger, fries and coke for 45 cents.
Were the fifties really so bad?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tvukd6bDSZc
There's one word I've heard repeatedly from people describing life in the U.S. in the 1950s: Boring.
How about those little individual pats of butter sandwiched between two pieces of waxed paper that restaurants used to serve.
Sometimes there would be a little tray of them, along with a little tray of crackers, on every table alongside the salt and pepper and bottle of ketchup (or catsup - in fancier places).
As my mother used to say, it was a simpler time. No stinking, filthy hippies ruining everything.
I know of a few places in and around Los Angeles that still serve butter that way, but most of the restaurants we frequent either bring you a little plastic cup of butter that the server had to scoop out of a plastic bucket hidden somewhere in the kitchen, or they bring you a couple of those little pre-packaged globs of a butter-like substance that isn't enough to cover an oyster cracker. :mmph:How about those little individual pats of butter sandwiched between two pieces of waxed paper that restaurants used to serve.
Sometimes there would be a little tray of them, along with a little tray of crackers, on every table alongside the salt and pepper and bottle of ketchup (or catsup - in fancier places).
She just had Beatniks!
I know of a few places in and around Los Angeles that still serve butter that way, but most of the restaurants we frequent either bring you a little plastic cup of butter that the server had to scoop out of a plastic bucket hidden somewhere in the kitchen, or they bring you a couple of those little pre-packaged globs of a butter-like substance that isn't enough to cover an oyster cracker. :mmph:
How about those little individual pats of butter sandwiched between two pieces of waxed paper that restaurants used to serve.
Sometimes there would be a little tray of them, along with a little tray of crackers, on every table alongside the salt and pepper and bottle of ketchup (or catsup - in fancier places).
Wounded! Now you are injured in combat. I'm sorry, injured is when you slip and fall in the bathroom!
Wounded! Now you are injured in combat. I'm sorry, injured is when you slip and fall in the bathroom!
Ustabe "injured in combat" was a bar brawl that became a knife fight. lol
Or you got hit with a bottle. p
...Only if cut by a broken bottle.
"Battle scars" to "bottle scars". lol...Only if cut by a broken bottle.
"Battle scars" to "bottle scars". lol
Ustabe "injured in combat" was a bar brawl that became a knife fight. lol
How about those little individual pats of butter sandwiched between two pieces of waxed paper that restaurants used to serve.
Sometimes there would be a little tray of them, along with a little tray of crackers, on every table alongside the salt and pepper and bottle of ketchup (or catsup - in fancier places).