I loved working on Saturdays with my Dad, we left at 6 am and got home around 2-3 pm from what I can recall. He would buy me a hamburger at Skis, a little bar that had no seats, just a bar that you stood at with a footrest. My job was to order our food and wait, he would get their chip and snack order taken care of. We would then have our hamburgers, chips, and a bottle of coke. The barmaid always gave me tootsie rolls afterward. I thought it was the best lunch.
