LUNCH MACHINE

Gisborne Times, Volume LXVIII, Issue 10729, 29 October 1928, Page 2

LUNCH MACHINE

FUN AT THE “AUTOMAT.” In New York there are restaurants not only for every nationality, but for every type of man—the rich man, the poor man, the hurried man, Hie leisurely man, and the exceptionally honest man (says a writer in the .ondon “Evening News”). But tho lest, fun is to go on to “automatic” —a hall with lots of “marble” about it, and a futuristic ceiling, and, all •ound the walls, rows of little glass doors, behind which are salad sandriches and enticing little pies and sweets and rolls. Some of the little hutches are warmed, and hold hot lishes—Hamburger steaks and mincemeat tarts and chicken pies. By each little door is a slot. You push in vour nickels, turn a handle, and the door opens to reveal tlie dish inside. Then, juggling with various plates and a cup of coffee (you cannot get ea in an automat), and collecting ipoons, forks, and a paper napkin on the way, you go to a tabic, or, if you ! ire in a great- hurry, lean against a marble slab. Both slabs and tables are furnished with what are known a.s “Lazy Sffsans”—mushroom affairs, which spin round at a touch, and present you with sugar, salt, mustard, pepper or vinegar. Boys Hi white aprons ispecd round’at a dizzy rate, filling up those receptacles and clearing away crockery. In Philadelphia the automats provide you with a real napkin, but you have to put an extra nickel in the slot 1