Cashiers angrily told me "Merry Christmas" in a smug and self righteous way

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124. There aren't many of us left who were there.

I don't even think the place was still serving meals by the time I graduated. The women serving there were holdovers from the cult, which had its heyday in the 1930s and 1940s. It provided them with shelter in their "hotels," and food. They were sort of like cult nuns, all unofficially married to Father Divine. One time when I was there with my two roommates, Mother Divine, the virgin (presumably still) bride of Father Divine came in with her "secretarial staff" of five or six women in tow, decked out in fur and jewelry, paraded around the dining room while the poor women working in the restaurant looked on in awe as if the Virgin Mary had popped in and asked for the drink named after her.

The food WAS good, and copious. I don't know if I'd go as far as "incredible," but it was definitely the best bargain in the neighborhood. Being West Philadelphia in 1970, though, that isn't saying much. My roommates and I called the place "Daddy D's" and even started saying "thank you father and mother" around the dorm as a joke. Some of our classmates who did not frequent the same establishments, and had never heard the expression, thought the three of us had gone totally loony.