To continue with my new obsession with the Dairy drive in's, here is one near my home town stomping grounds. I went there to buy a milk, discovered I left my cash on my bedside table at home, and had to leave. They had all the stuff a corner store in San Francisco might have, but here you could drive in, and the clerk will serve you at your car window. While I was there a gal bicycled in, got an icecream and left, and a man came in on foot, one car drove through, and I walked in after parking on the street. It's signage isn't the classic, but the building is a prime example of the ones I see all over here.
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