I have an old movie memory.

It was 1984 and my big sister took me to see The Karate Kid at a theater (possibly what is now the Summerfield?) in Rincon Valley.

We stopped at the near by Round Table and got Minestrone soup and some kind of sandwich (I know, weird choices from a pizza place).

We snuck the food into the theater, probably in her purse. Then we waited until the theater was dark and quiet and the opening credits were rolling.

As quietly as we could we pulled out the food and unwrapped it amongst crinkling and muffled delighted giggles. I remember the rich fragrance of the soup drifting out over the theater.

Best movie memory ever.

Thank you sis.

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