There was something magical about the popcorn at my childhood movie theater. I watched them scoop it out of the big popping machine moments after it was popped. Did they use real butter? It sure seemed that way. I remember there was no better popcorn than what was served there. Now it’s so much easier to make better popcorn at home than what I get at my local megaplex. I wonder if I could time travel back there if the popcorn would live up to my memories.

Today’s Biff is missing something.