Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Memories ...

Always used to enjoy the Woolworth lunch counter ... open booths around an open grill with some of the best fries in town and, when you could afford it, a hamburger with the works!  "Those were the days"!  (Archie & Edith, we miss ya)  :-)


5 comments:

Wisewebwoman said...

My absolute favourites there (SE corner of Adelaide and Bay in Toronto) were the vegetable soup and the malted milk.
Thanks for the memories and where did you get that menu?
XO
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ViewPoint2010 said...

Never was much of a soup fan, but I do remember the fries, the sandwiches, the burgers ... yummm. Too bad that so much of that is gone ... always remember women cooking in those places who took pride in putting out a good looking plate, even if was a burger or something. Now, it's food without caring. I can remember toasted cheese sandwiches at Woolworths that tasted like a million bucks and don't get me going about the hotdogs loaded with mustard, relish, onions and ketchup. Oh my ... I've having a food fantasy. :-) (A friend sent me the menu in one of those chain e-mail things which I never open but this was embedded in the message, so I extracted it because it brought back such fond memories.) Thanks for sharing yours. We should talk about favourite food places in TO sometime ... I still wax nostalgically about Hungarian goulash on Bloor & Spadina. Double YUMM! :-)

Wisewebwoman said...

Hungarian Goulash? I remember, it was called something with Pot, might be Hungarian Pot?
Also The Copenhagen Room off Bloor, first time ever I had open-faced Danish sandwiches.
Do you remember Simpson's counter?
Oh we could go on for days and days, my dear!
XO
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Wisewebwoman said...

And did you ever go to Dooley's they were downtown and then moved to Bloor East, all staff of the Shelburne in Dublin and strictly Irish food...always dancing there on a Friday and Sat night....
XO
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ViewPoint2010 said...

There were two Hungarian restaurants I used to go to. My favourite, on the corner of Bloor & Howland was Country Style … just a little hole in the wall, but ahhhh … a big bowel of real Hungarian goulash with spƤtzle and pickled beets! No finer feast could be had. The other restaurant was almost literally across the street on the other side of Bloor and I think it was called the Country Kitchen or something like that. Similar fare but not as good as the first one.

My other haunts were the Greek restaurants down on the Danforth. There was one just after you crossed over the bridge on the left hand side … I can’t recall the name right now but you chose your meal by going into the kitchen and telling the cook which items you wanted. Some kind of lamb stew was always on the list.

And then, of course, Chinatown. I had the good fortune of having a number of Chinese friends and we would go to the most authentic places where it was the real thing. I remember many an idyllic Sunday having dim sum in those places with the little ones running all over and the family atmosphere just oozing out of the place.

When I was U of T, Dooley’s used to be a regular stop for many an afternoon spent pondering the questions of the universe.