Britling’s Cafeteria (Vestavia)
This place was my introduction to the Old South. The old black guys who carried your trays to your table for 25 or 50 cents, the green jello salad with cottage cheese, the tomato aspic, the sliced roast beef, the spigot you could fill your water glass up with while standing in line, all gone now, I’m sure.
We have a family joke about going to Britling’s once; my Mom forgot to change out of her bedroom slippers, and didn’t notice until we had finished our meal and were on our way down the concourse to shop at Parisian’s. One weird look from an elderly beehive-hairdooed old lady, and we high-tailed it back home.
Written by Tom
