Time to wind the clock back a bit here to the late 1970’s. It was a balmy summer’s evening, just on dusk and Dad, Tracy and I were going to grab some diner from the local Hungry Jacks drive-through. Now this was a pretty big deal at the time because, unlike today, having fast food for a meal was a real treat – getting it from a drive through…. unheard of! Don’t get me wrong, we’ve had take away from Chicken Treat, Red Bull (real name of a franchise) and the Mexican Cantina before too. But Hungry Jacks; well, Hungry Jacks was always the bench mark; the flash place.
So we set off in the blue Toyota Corona station-wagon all excited about the adventure and planning out our order so we’d be ready when we got up to the “speaker-box”.
The real knack of the whole ordering experience at the drive-through was to know the menu and not get flustered. You’ve got to know your Whoopers from your Big Macs, your Yumbos from your Quarter Pounders. We ended up ordering a “couple of Double Decker Burgers and a Milkshake….thick!” There was quite a bit of a pause before we were waved through but we did end up getting a couple of drinks and meals (and glares) at the other end. Tracy and I suggested Dad needed a bit more practice, but we’d be happy to accompany him again.
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