In 1964 my parents took me to a restaurant in New York called an Automat (see http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/06/17/revisiting-the-era-of-automatic-dinin

In 1964 my parents took me to a restaurant in New York called an Automat (see http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/06/17/revisiting-the-era-of-automatic-dining/ http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/06/17/revisiting-the-...). It had a wall with little windowed doors that would open for a few coins. Inside were dishes of food that one could take to your own table. Off topic aside: we were in New York to go to the 1964 World's Fair. All I remember of that was the IBM pavilion. There I wrote handwritten digits on a card (in little boxes) that a machine read and printed out. Even then I was fascinated with computers.