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Originally Posted by marichiko
I think the first time I ate a french fry, I must have been15 or 16 when I bought a plate of them at the local Woolworth lunch counter (don't tell the momster!  ) |
Same kind of history here (as if twins wouldn't know!), except the first pizza I ever had was as a junior at the University of Colorado, when some dorm mates and I went to the student grill in the (then) brand-new Kittredge Complex. They also explained to me what an enchilada was, so I tried that too and got completely hooked on college-student junk food
I have a Geezer Lunch Counter story too. When I was a senior in high school in 1962, we had a class trip to Raleigh to visit the museum and planetarium. The group was divided for lunch and I ate at a Woolworth lunch counter in downtown Raleigh. Almost immediately after we got home, it was on the news that this same lunch counter had experienced a sit-down protest by negroes (as black people were all called in those days), and the police and media were all over the place. My family just about had a fit that we had almost ended up in the middle of that. I didn't understand all the horror about it, I was actually very sympathetic to the black people's efforts to be able to use the same facilities that we did, even though public schools in North Carolina were still segregated at that time. We were very fortunate in the long run, because integration was accomplished almost painlessly in my state compared to the terrible things that happened in the "Deep South".