We used to have quite a few tea rooms in Richmond where lunch was served. Lunch, not tea. One was called the Clover Room, and one of its specialties was the shrimp salad sandwich made of chopped shrimp, a little celery, mayo and lettuce on a choice of toasted or untoasted white bread. The shrimp salad was thick and yummy. My figure was slender, if not yummy, and I never gave the high caloric content of the mayo a single thought.

Every now and then I make my own shrimp salad sandwiches, but the lack of the Clover Room itself somehow diminishes my enjoyment. To avoid continuing a food thread, what's another word for melancholy over the loss of the good in the old days?