ʙᴇᴠ (mollyringwald) wrote in snapthread, @ 2020-03-04 09:54:00 |
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Send a salami to your boy in the Army. That was the slogan, an advertisement hanging up on the wall in Katz's Deli, world famous and a draw for regular schmo's and celebrities alike - Bev thought it was a nice idea, because they clearly stepped into a time when World War II was still going. And soldiers overseas lived off of rations that fell under the umbrella of 'godawful.' It had been easy enough to find the place - the neon sign lit up like a beacon though, admittedly, Bev felt like she wasn't dressed for the times. It was supposed to be a date so she attempted to look decent, however, and had picked a striped sweater dress that hugged her nicely, with tall boots beneath - she was more 70s throwback than 40s, but whatever. At least they actually found an appropriate door, and didn't end up in Timbuktu or something. She had a chocolate egg cream (though it contained neither eggs nor cream, discuss) and a lox bagel sandwich that was all about the salmon and she was surprisingly into it. "Should probably pick up some old-timey candy while we're here," she noted, poking her straw around in said egg cream. "Maybe that'd be a fun addition to the movie theater that is...slowly being built." If Eddie and Stan could both stop for two seconds and pull their heads from their asses, that is. |