I grew up with H&H. The Automat was a treat on our occasional trips Downtown, but Northeast Philadelphia had two other Horn and Hardart Restaurants: the old one on Roosevelt Boulevard, and the H&H cafeteria on Cottman Avenue, where my dad would take me every morning I had early orchestra practice. My standard breakfast then was orange juice, oatmeal with brown sugar and butter, two poached eggs on toast, [bacon], a glass of milk, and one of those wonderful HUGE sticky cinnamon buns. How did I ever stay so scrawny for all those years? (Must have been because I never ate scrapple.)   

Aloha,
Mark