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As no good deed goes unpunished, I paid over $22,00 for two toasted ham and cheese sandwiches on Saturday, due to having no breakfast to get to a charity clothing shop with a donation before it closed. My brother tells me about these sorts of prices in the CBD, I didn't expect that in the burbs and it wasn't anything great I could have got the same for $6 each at 7-eleven not toasted though, but I could've easily done that at home.
I must admit that I very rarely either eat out or eat takeaway food or drinks except on special occasions. Part of that is the fact that there is nothing offering anywhere close, and when I am in town I usually try to spend a minimum length of time there and rarely eat in town, occasionally a quick lunch , usually a kebab or even just a couple of scones or similar from the hot bread place. And this was pretty much the case even when I lived in town.
Part of it was growing up during WW2 and just after it, raised by parents who went through two world wars and the Great Depression. I think by the time I was 21 the number of times I had had a sit down meal not in a private home would have been able to be counted on my fingers, and even then, I'm not sure it would need both hands. The only takeaway was fish and chips, and that not very often. On the road the family would bring or buy on the road the makings of lunch etc, and picnic by the roadside. I can remember traveling home from our seaside Christmas camping holiday about 1948-9, the three of us in the back of the Fort T truck must have been complaining too loudly, and we stopped at a corner store, and were handed a loaf of freshly baked bread. We broke it into two, and devoured the beautiful fresh bread by the handful and then ate the crusts. I don't remember much quarreling between us about sharing, but I expect our older sister did the sharing out. Seven years older, she was much bigger and stronger.
My childhood experience was similar, the first fast food chain, or actually anything different to fish and chips to come to our town was KFC in the late 70's.
I think my first fast food was in Brisbane somewhere near Clayfield where my brother was living (I was visiting him while on leave from PNG), must have been 1969 I think, as he was training for his planned move to Antarctica late that year.
Edit: It was KFC