We went to a real old-timey soda fountain today, complete with 40's and 50's music in the background, soda jerks, and menu items that were completely foreign to me. I bet my grandmother would remember, though. What the heck sort of a drink is a Phosphate? I opted for a blueberry Ice Cream Soda.
Not having satiated our need for nostalgia, we strolled through several antique shops, a used bookstore, and one very odd little place, which my husband describes on his blog.
The social, cultural, spiritual, political, academic, and literary rantings of a slightly strange Catholic English teacher.
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