tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post2941870428727647791..comments2024-03-27T15:30:26.426+00:00Comments on Family History Fun: Sepia Saturday - Eating Out Memories ScotSuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01412874349376253984noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-34991474181800135092015-08-24T15:09:29.179+01:002015-08-24T15:09:29.179+01:00I was a teenager in the early 50's and my futu...I was a teenager in the early 50's and my future husbands family ate out at a little Italian place. I was included in their family dinners there -- which to me was sooo special -- we dinna eat out either. However, I do remember going out with my dad to a wrestling match and aftewards we stopped at this little hamburger place. We sat on turn-y kind of stools at the counter and ate our hambburgers. I can still remember the sights, sounds and smells of that burger joint. Probably had more to do with having my dad's undivided attention than the burger joint.Joanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07948553013206247354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-32114240374353795902015-08-24T10:00:07.636+01:002015-08-24T10:00:07.636+01:00Hi Sue - yes I guess I don't remember really e...Hi Sue - yes I guess I don't remember really eating out much as a child of the 60s...what we did do was have lots of picnics though which sadly seem to have dropped off the menu of late. I do enjoy fresh air and eating outside.Alex Dawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05083753053051713061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-34553482415606047032015-08-23T19:28:23.960+01:002015-08-23T19:28:23.960+01:00Thank you to everyone who shared their memories of...Thank you to everyone who shared their memories of eating out. Wherever we lived in the world, it seems those of us growing up in the 1950's did not have much of that pleasure. What a change in today's society!ScotSuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01412874349376253984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-79020652598715865532015-08-22T23:58:36.351+01:002015-08-22T23:58:36.351+01:00in Winnipeg, where I grew up, we didn't eat ou...in Winnipeg, where I grew up, we didn't eat out either. We got take-home chop suey about once a year. As a teen, I started going out with friends for coffee, fish n'chips and the like. As an adult in the food business I had times when I ate nothing at home. All my calories had to be "spent" for professional purposes. Helen Killeen Bauch McHarguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07042488205276127209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-92122558375893234002015-08-22T15:10:26.860+01:002015-08-22T15:10:26.860+01:00I'd have loved the Chocolate House.I'd have loved the Chocolate House. smkelly8https://www.blogger.com/profile/17518117558253969023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-26844364163550283942015-08-22T03:20:35.292+01:002015-08-22T03:20:35.292+01:00I think the Viennese perfected the cafe culture fi...I think the Viennese perfected the cafe culture first, but now it seems everywhere. Over the past years on our visits to London there has definitely been a cultural change in British food fashions. Markets are more sophisticated with fresher produce; pubs now usually have good food; and there are many more French style cafes than American burger joints.Mike Brubakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13065245846262417519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-9897110420213535862015-08-22T00:24:32.144+01:002015-08-22T00:24:32.144+01:00I'm glad to see that others grew up in an envi...I'm glad to see that others grew up in an environment which didn't include eating out. And at secondary school only the bus travellers from outlying districts ate their cut lunch at school. The rest of us went home for lunch, in my case a mile home, a two course cooked "dinner" and a mile back, all in one hour. If I had that meal at lunch time these days I'd fall asleep.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-2378779016807744332015-08-21T22:51:01.649+01:002015-08-21T22:51:01.649+01:00Frog spawn? Boo. I love tapioca pudding. My mom ...Frog spawn? Boo. I love tapioca pudding. My mom used to make it with crushed pineapple. Ohhh, & all those pastries under glass! I can almost taste them. Cute pic of Neil just about to partake of a bite of something obviously good! :) La Nightingailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04769079547153094005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-31999672053297397322015-08-21T14:20:39.406+01:002015-08-21T14:20:39.406+01:00No hot dinners at school here, just byo sandwiches...No hot dinners at school here, just byo sandwiches or takeaways from the canteen /tuckshop, and we didn't go to restaurants in the sixties either. My parents occasionally indulged in Friday night takeaways from either the fish and chip shop or the local Chinese, which incidentally is still going fifty years later and has become quite a pleasant restaurant.Jofeathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10290597697140624780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-45307453484637744722015-08-21T13:38:37.137+01:002015-08-21T13:38:37.137+01:00I'm still laughing over "frog spawn."...I'm still laughing over "frog spawn." It's an absolutely PERFECT name for that disgusting stuff...and I, too, am a chocoholic (dark, dark, please!).Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-25795361390829115922015-08-20T13:20:01.911+01:002015-08-20T13:20:01.911+01:00I don't remember eating out a lot as a kid but...I don't remember eating out a lot as a kid but I remember my dad bringing home hamburgers from the What-A-Burger diner. We thought they were called "water burgers." That doesn't sound one bit appetizing but they were delicious, maybe partly because we didn't fix them at home.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-19556596962021094822015-08-20T09:25:38.644+01:002015-08-20T09:25:38.644+01:00Like you, I grew up in England in the 50s and also...Like you, I grew up in England in the 50s and also have no recollection of eating out. I do remember sitting in the car with a bag of crisps and a lemonade while mum and dad had a drink in a pub. This was usually on the way home from visiting relatives. There were no worries about drinking and driving back then.Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05962552429792516213noreply@blogger.com