Movie Food

When I first moved to Richmond, it was squarely during the mid 90s. In fact, it would be tougher to bisect a decade more precisely: the move-in date was December 31st, 1994, which bled straight into January 1st, 1995.

One day, I was a resident of South Carolina, where I had lived my entire (minuscule) life up until that point, and then the next day, I was a Virginian. Suffice it to say, I needed a job, which was apparently something I did after I moved to a place back then. Today, that seems backwards, but I was up for some adventure.

After briefly performing as a sandwich artist, a non-Subway job opportunity fell into my lap. There was a movie theater that served food and beer, and my girlfriend had just gotten a job there. She suggested I apply for the open role of pizza delivery driver, since one of their drivers had just quit. I did just that, and I was quickly hired, complete with my trusted steed, my 1984 Ford Escort.

That car died in a puff of black smoke on the side of the roa…