Ah, the 1950s, when McDonald's wasn’t just a place to grab a burger, it was a cultural flex of Americana. Drive-throughs? Genius.

There’s something about sitting in your car, guiltily inhaling fries like you’re part of some covert mission, that feels quintessentially “Yank.”

Sure, Afternoon Tea might be all classy with its cucumber sandwiches, scones and delicate china, I've certainly enjoyed it when I've experienced it.

But let’s not pretend anyone’s ever stared longingly at a teapot after a night out.

Fast food, whether we admit it or not, has saved us all at least once.

Thanks for sharing this slice of history Susan, and reminding us why the smell of a grilled burger and fries (especially In-N-Out Burger of So. Cal or my family's place Mr. Macs, with locations in Monroe and Milford, Ct. USA) will always make my stomach rumble!

P.S. Please excuse the cheekiness, it was all meant, well, tongue and cheek ;)...