Golden Age - HELP WANTED -- Unadilla Diner!

Here is your chance to open and run a vintage, good old fashioned DINER!

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According to Wikipedia the town has roughly 4,400 people. Elsewhere it says they have launched an effort to “revitalize main street.” Good luck to them.

Almost sounds tempting. Is there a word for romanticized nostalgia for something you have never experienced? If there is, I sometimes catch it for the idea of being deeply rooted in some small town where doors are left unlocked and everyone knows everyone in a good way. As I said, romanticized nostalgia for something that I know nothing about. Plus: I have zero restaurant experience, unless you count bussing tables in high school.

Tiki Tom said:

According to Wikipedia the town has roughly 4,400 people. Elsewhere it says they have launched an effort to “revitalize main street.” Good luck to them.

Almost sounds tempting. Is there a word for romanticized nostalgia for something you have never experienced? If there is, I sometimes catch it for the idea of being deeply rooted in some small town where doors are left unlocked and everyone knows everyone in a good way. As I said, romanticized nostalgia for something that I know nothing about. Plus: I have zero restaurant experience, unless you count bussing tables in high school.

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My dad grew up in a mid-sized town in the Depression. There was plenty of bad - it was the depression and my dad's family lost their small house and moved to a tenement (and there were much worse stories then their's). And all the bad stuff today - drug and alcohol abuse, domestic violence, abject poverty, scams and on and on happened. Plus, as we know, many groups were pushed to the margin.

But to your post, he did say that no one ever locked a door, you never felt unsafe, even late at night, and there was a general watching out for each other and their kids. His childhood friends where his friends for life and the town was "home" to him his entire life. I'm not making a "it was good or bad / better or worse" argument, just stating what he told me.

I grew up in a town of about 2000 people, and it's true, we rarely bothered to lock the door at home. But we had triple locks on the door at the gas station, because if we didn't the police chief would come in at night and steal all our tools.

I've always thought if I hit the Powerball I'd rent one of these empty storefronts here and open "Lizzie's Lunch," a place for non-foodie downtown workers to get a cheap sandwich and soup for less than five dollars. Because there's no such place within miles of here.