Food (12 pics + text) Bashny.Net

With food in the Soviet Union was all quite lousy. The chance to buy something delicious in stores tend to zero. During the delicious queues. Tasty could give "in order" - there was a whole system "tables of orders", which actually is a distribution center for its products. In order table could count on delicious veteran (moderately), writer (not bad) party worker (too bad).

Residents of cities in general closed by Soviet standards rolled in clover in Christ's bosom. But in their cities was very boring and they were Travel Abroad. However, almost all were Travel Abroad.

Live well to those who could be anything useful. For example, the store manager, "Wanda" was respected man. Super Vipom by recent standards. And the butcher was respected. And the boss of a "Children's World" respected. Even the cashier at the Leningrad station. All that they can somehow "control." Familiarity with them called "connections" and "strings". Director of groceries was quite sure that his children will go to a good university.

1975-th year. Bakery. I felt that the cuts on loaves made with hands (now the robot napilivaet)



, the year 1975. Sheremetyevo-1. Here, by the way, not much has changed. The cafe can be found chocolate, beer, sausage and peas. Sandwiches did not exist, could be in the presence of a sandwich, which is a piece of white bread, one end of which was a spoon of red caviar, and on the other - one turn of butter, which each as he could push and pritaptyval fork under the caviar.



Stores were two types of bread. The first - a counter. For a saleswoman in containers were loaves and loaves. The freshness of the bread was determined in the process of questioning already bought bread or in a dialogue with the saleswoman:
 - Over 25 fresh loaf?
 - Normal.
Or if the buyer does not cause rejection:
 - At night, they brought.

The second type of bakery - self-service. Here movers rolled up containers to special openings on the other side of which is a shopping center. The saleswoman was not, there were only cashier. It was cool because bread could poke your finger. Of course, not allowed to touch the bread, it hung on rough ropes special fork or spoon. Spoons were still here and there, and a fork to determine the freshness was unreal. Therefore, each picked up a hypocritical device and gently turned the finger to check the usual way, how well pressed. After a spoon quite unclear.

Individual packaging of bread, fortunately, did not exist. Today, almost all the bread - the evaporated tasteless shit because he can sit in a plastic suffocation.

Loaf is better that someone gently fingered than insipid percha. And you could always checking soft hands, take buhanochku from other series, to which no one has ever reached for.

1991 th. Coming soon consumer protection, which, together with care will kill the taste. Halves and quarters were prepared on the technical side. Sometimes you can even persuade cut in half white (- And who will buy a second? - Asked the buyer from the back room).



Packages on hand too, no one gave - each come with their own. Or with a shopping bag. Either that, in the hands carrying.

At the grandmother in the hands of packages with yogurt and milk (1990 st.). There was no Tetrapak was some Elopak. On the package was written "Elopak. Patented ". Blue triangle indicates the direction from which the packet should be opened. When only bought the packaging line, it came with a barrel right adhesive. I found the time when the package was opened in nuzhom place without pain. Then glue was over, it was necessary to open on two sides, one side and then put back. Blue triangles left, and glue since nobody bought, little idiots.

Incidentally, when the packaging of products, there was no additional information - either the address or the phone manufacturer. Guests Only. And the brand was not. Milk called milk, and vary in fat content. My favorite - in a red bag, five percent.



Another dairy products sold in bottles. Distinguish the contents in color foil: milk - silver, acidophilus - blue, yogurt - green, ryazhenka - raspberry and so. D.

1991 th.


Joyful turn of the eggs. On refrigerated display cases could still lie oil "Country" - it cut the wire, then a knife into pieces smaller immediately wrapped in oil paper. In turn all stand with checks - before they stood in line at the cashier. Salesgirl had to say that to give, she stared at the figure, all recounted in the head or in the accounts and, if convergent, betrayed purchase ("let go"). Check strung on needle (to the left of the counter is worth).

In theory, had to sell even one egg. But buying one egg was considered a terrible insult saleswomen - she could poorat in response to the buyer.

Who took three decades, that no questions were given cardboard tray. Who took a dozen, that tray does not believe he put all in the bag (there were also special wire cages for aesthetes).

This is a cool photo (1991-th year), then the background can be seen video cassettes.



Good meat could get an acquaintance or buy on the market. But it was on the market at twice the price than the store, so went there not all. "Meat Market" or "potato market" - this is the highest praise products.

Joy 1990:



The market was the relative abundance. Also the 1990 th.



By the way, I understood why in 1990 the same year, the McDonald's logo was a Soviet flag. The fact that we have not built the American and Canadian McDonald's (they have there as a smart-ass divided world). And in Canada, historically the letter M comes with a Canadian flag. Well, they just did, by analogy, as they were accustomed to.



Turn chicken over. Soviet chicken was considered by shit. Here Hungarian chicken - it's cool, but it was always in short supply. The word "cool" was still in wide use was not (that is, it was, but in relation to the rocks).

Until 1990, it was impossible to imagine that a foreign photojournalist be allowed to shoot in the Soviet shop (especially - on the other side of the counter). In 1990, it became possible to all the amazing degradation of the time will be a separate post.



Here are koloritik.
 - Man, two hundred, will take?



On the street at the same time, the color of meat was more natural.



Based on two chicken on the counter - and Soviet imported. Imported says:
 - Look at you, all blue, not plucked, skinny!
 - But I have died a natural death.

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