The Woolworth's lunch counter was my Holy Mecca of dining. I was NOT.ALLOWED.UNDER.ANY.CIRCUMSTANCES to eat there (my grandmother was convinced that eating at a dimestore lunch counter was a guaranteed bout of ptomaine poisoning as well as the first step on the slippery slope to "becoming common and/or vulgar" ).
Of course, as soon as I was old enough to go downtown on the occasional Saturday with my friends, it was off to the lunch counter. A BLT, fries and a Coke in a paper-cone/metal-holder contraption, served over the most delightful shaved ice, could be had for 50 cents or less. Round that out with a 40 cent movie (which was actually TWO movies, several cartoons and a newsreel), 25 cent bus fare and a 19 cent forbidden Tangee lipstick and a great time could be had for $1.50.