It was sweet and I wish it never closed/moved and then after that burn down.

I used to fish in the Flyfish Only project on Dunbar Creek. I'd go to Pechin's cafeteria afterwards for a late lunch. A tray full of burgers, a salad and birthday cake or a chicken dinner never cost me more than a dollar.

This guy does.

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I’m from Dunbar so I would go all the time growing up with my family

My dad would haul the while family out there once a year to try to find good deals for our seven member family. Us kids would be excited at first and then realize it was just another terrible shopping trip. Highlight of the day was the cheap ass hamburgers. God forbid you had to pee, as the men's bathroom looked as if people just opened the door and peed right on the floor.

I'm also orginally from the area. Honestly, the best part was the bakery. Even after they moved to the Laurel Mall location, the bakery was pretty solid.

My brother worked at Pechins (grocery) for several years when he was in high school/college. Honestly -- their prices were awesome if you were lucky enough to find what you needed.

My husband worked in the grocery business for decades and the first time we took him to Pechins he was horrified.

I was born and raised in the city and ended up married to someone originally from Dunbar. The first trip to Pechin cafeteria was eye opening, and I don't just mean the prices. For those of you unfamiliar, a hamburger was 19 cents, a cheeseburger 29 cents, and this was 1992. It was my first time seeing people from the Appalachian mountains. As flies buzzed around me as I ate my 19 cent hamburger, I marveled in the variety of people around me. From shirtless in overalls to a guy in a suit, it was really something. Word was that Don Pechin kept those prices as a community service to the poor people.

My grandfather used to take us there late 80s, early 90s. One time (and the last time), I ordered a plate of spaghetti and a 19 or 29 cent small milk. Realized after I drank it that the milk was expired.

The ladies' room was 2 or 3 steps up but (as I traumatically remember it) directly connected to the dining room. The milk hit HARD. As a gawky high school girl, those 3 steps were the longest walk of shame.