Let me know the next time someone uses an automat, and record where.

One Sunday, she takes a walk, goes to an automat, and bumps into her husband.

"At first he thought I was talking about a bigger and better automat.

"The automat, where you're going to buy me a sandwich."

Then the monotony of the trip began again, with the automat doing all the work.

Numerous Automat restaurants were built around the country to deal with the demand.

She'll want to talk, so maybe I'll take her to the Automat.

Down the avenue a little way was an Automat.

Seeing a handy automat, be bought a suit his size.

More recently, though, some Automat customers came away disappointed.

And all I could think about was the Automat, where we were going afterward.

The automat took a moment to shift over to whatever it was Adam had ordered.

We'd eat at the Automat, and it was delicious.

There were only a few people on the streets, but the automat wasn't empty by a long shot.

He stopped in the Automat and stole a teaspoon.

So it will have to provide me with an automat, for instance, so I won?

So, if he picks his nose or eats in the Automat, he's being elegant.

It's slicker than wearing a sandwich sign in front of the Automat, no?

The jobless often sat out cold winter days nursing a single cup of automat coffee for hours.

Then we would meet in the Automat on Times Square.

In contrast, my dinner table is the Automat.

How did they arrive at that moment when they knew "the automat is us - we must live this way"?

The macaroni and cheese at the Automat is equally potent.

We had a cup of coffee at the 34th Street automat and split the last take.

"Well," I said, "they're up there now, waiting for us in front of the automat.