Who remembers the luncheonette next door, Jack and Irv’s? Best french fries, burgers, brisket sandwiches anywhere. I grew up in that place, as my mom worked at Belvar across the street, and it was also where I got my first job, working part time during high school days.
Hey YM and BOB….LOL…, nice to know 30 some odd years later that revenge was served…thank you Mike! There must have been a Matrons Union where you had to be born nasty and possess that sterile uniform (and flashlight) to get in. The ones that weren’t hired probably became meter maids.
I remember this theatre when it was a single theater. They had the nastiest matron in the world working there. She was always shooing kids out of the adult section with that flashlight of hers. When we turned 15 my friends and I had to pay adult price, and naturally we sat in the adult section. Well, the confrontation was set up and of course this witch pointed her flashlight in our eyes and told us to move to the side (children’s) section. I wasn’t going to stand for any of that, so I told her that we paid the adult price, and we were going to sit in the adult section. Besides, I told her, we were there to see the movie and weren’t planning on talking or doing anything to interrupt anyone’s enjoyment of the film. Of course, she wasn’t going to hear any of it (I recall the theater being almost empty by the way) and she ended up causing a commotion. I insisted on seeing the manager. He was probably petrified of her, so he told us he would refund our money, which we accepted with the vow never to return. I never went back, although I did end up there for 15 minutes with a bunch of camp buddies when the theatre was showing porno for a while in the mid-70’s. I remember one of my friends was disturbed about the “poor” quality (lol) of the movie, exclaiming “This is a stag film!”, whereupon we got up and left.
Who remembers the luncheonette next door, Jack and Irv’s? Best french fries, burgers, brisket sandwiches anywhere. I grew up in that place, as my mom worked at Belvar across the street, and it was also where I got my first job, working part time during high school days.
Hey YM and BOB….LOL…, nice to know 30 some odd years later that revenge was served…thank you Mike! There must have been a Matrons Union where you had to be born nasty and possess that sterile uniform (and flashlight) to get in. The ones that weren’t hired probably became meter maids.
I remember this theatre when it was a single theater. They had the nastiest matron in the world working there. She was always shooing kids out of the adult section with that flashlight of hers. When we turned 15 my friends and I had to pay adult price, and naturally we sat in the adult section. Well, the confrontation was set up and of course this witch pointed her flashlight in our eyes and told us to move to the side (children’s) section. I wasn’t going to stand for any of that, so I told her that we paid the adult price, and we were going to sit in the adult section. Besides, I told her, we were there to see the movie and weren’t planning on talking or doing anything to interrupt anyone’s enjoyment of the film. Of course, she wasn’t going to hear any of it (I recall the theater being almost empty by the way) and she ended up causing a commotion. I insisted on seeing the manager. He was probably petrified of her, so he told us he would refund our money, which we accepted with the vow never to return. I never went back, although I did end up there for 15 minutes with a bunch of camp buddies when the theatre was showing porno for a while in the mid-70’s. I remember one of my friends was disturbed about the “poor” quality (lol) of the movie, exclaiming “This is a stag film!”, whereupon we got up and left.