In July 1964, I met my husband, Carl. We only knew each other for about a month or so. I knew when I first met him that he was "The One" for me. Several of our friends met for a gathering (I do not recall what it was about) then we all traveled to the Eat'n Park located on Washington Blvd. in the East Liberty section of Pittsburgh, Pa. Carl was in his white hardtop 1960 Chevy Impala and I was in my sister's Rambler.
It was in the fall, and there were car hops that placed the tray on your opened window before they brought your order to the car, so you could eat while parked. Well, I kept (by accident) rolling down the window, and the tray would hit Carl's car parked next to mine. He had this great big smile, and he tried to look angry as he said, "Hey, watch it! You will scratch the paint." I was so nervous, it happened several times.
We will be married 43 years in August this year. And we still go to Eat'n Park at the Waterfront. We have lots of fond memories of Eat'n Park, and we keep making new ones with our grandchildren.