Root beer always makes me remember The Frosty Mug. Although they served burgers, hot dogs, and fries, I only remember having the huge frosty mugs of root beer capped with frothy bubbles. The car hops would bring them on a tray that attached to the car window glass. Just like in the movies.
We rarely enjoyed sodas when we were young so if we did stop after a hot summer car ride, it was especially enjoyable. Daddy didn't always get us the treat when we asked for one. For some reason, whether we stopped or not depended on whether Mama wanted one. What was up with that? She never wanted a root beer as often as my brother and I did.
I wonder what kids today will be remembering from their childhood? I am sure it won't be a soda. It probably won't be a drive-in/drive-through restaurant either. And do any families just drive around in their car without a set destination anymore?
Why am I so sentimental about root beer anyway?