Saturday, January 23, 2016

Not My Dad's Movie Theater

Aloma and I only go to the movies two or three times a year, choosing science fiction or feel-good movies.  All movie theaters have been similar with  comfortable, auditorium type seats.  We usually sit in the row above the aisle so I can stick my legs through the rails.


One of our New Year’s eve traditions is hiking in late morning, eating lunch out, and then going to a movie.  Even though Jennifer and Peter had taken us to see the new Star Wars movie on the 29th, we stuck with our tradition, hiking (walking inside SouthPoint Mall because of the weather), eating at a favorite restaurant in the mall, going to a new movie theater in Park Plaza not far from our home.  


We had a light rain so I let Aloma off in front of the theater.  When I walked in she held up two tickets.  “We have reserved seating.”


We’ve never had reserved seating.  We found the theater for our movie, “Joy”, and climbed the steps looking for our row and seat.  Then came the big surprise.  Our seats were recliners and not just any recliners - powered recliners.  They were so comfortable.


A few minutes later, a young woman approached us with a tray, showed us a menu and asked if she could bring us anything.  Burgers, sandwiches, snacks and drinks, including beer, were all on the menu.  We declined but noticed most people were ordering food and drinks.


The move was okay, not great, but the theater experience was outstanding.  We’re going back.


Dad never took me to a theater like that in Ocala, Florida in the 1950s.


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