Three people in this world remember the 402 Club, an exclusive establishment, staffed by Marv Berkman, serving corned beef hash and welsh rarebit ala Campbell’s to famished grade school patrons, one Wednesday per week or by special appointment. Breakfast was also served: Lipton’s Cup-a-Soup and hot Nestle’s Quik made with half coffee; burned bacon sandwiches (for Pammy); or cinnamon toast.
The floorplan is unchanged, although the room adjacent the kitchen is now called a bedroom, instead of a dining room, as it was known by earlier inhabitants, so you can rent it for 10 times what my parents paid in 1970, and to this end the lovely archway opening has been reduced to a mere doorway. The alleged “closet” off the kitchen was our breakfast nook and, for a while, Barb’s studio. I see they moved the kitchen sink; very drole.