![]() ![]() I would walk the 50 blocks uptown and back to eat, since I didn’t want to spend what little money I had on subway tokens. My first job was in a bookstore, the Marlboro, on West Fifty-seventh Street, near the old Horn & Hardart Automat. ![]() With no money, I had to find some way to make a living. They didn’t have corn muffins on the West Coast, and the concept of a “regular” coffee, meaning one with milk, was alien to me. One of the few things I could afford to eat was Chock Full o’ Nuts corn muffins, grilled and buttered. In New York at that time there were no Starbucks, no Pret A Mangers, no Duane Reades on every corner, but every few blocks you’d run into a Chock Full o’ Nuts, a chain of countertop diners that sold doughnuts, muffins, bagels, and coffee that tasted like hot black water but kept you awake and alert. ![]()
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