In 1946, lunch counters were gathering places for neighbors and strangers alike. A meal eaten quickly, standing or perched on a stool, was an affordable way to eat outside the home—a small luxury in ordinary life.
You slide onto a vinyl stool, your coat still buttoned. The counter gleams. Behind it, a server in white moves fast, pouring coffee, calling out orders to the kitchen. Around you: factory workers, office clerks, a mother with her child. Voices, clinking dishes, the smell of toast and soup.
Reflect
Where do you grab a quick meal today? What does that place mean to your neighborhood?