The Best Part

I can't believe I left this out. It didn't occur to me until the drive home from Greenville tonight.
One of the reasons I was extremely sorry I couldn't attend the bar mitzvah was the venue.
"You must come!" the mother told me. "It's at the Horn and Hardart."
"The Horn and Hardart?!" I exclaimed. "The bar mitzvah is at the automat?!"
They all nodded. "It's very nice," she told me, "they cater."
Oh, good. Somehow I was picturing putting quarters in slots.