"Thank you so much—have a great day, kids!" Kenny Hollingshead yells from across the counter of his inheritance, Hollingshead's Delicatessen in Orange, as some regular customers leave. He has charmed generations of customers at his family's legendary beer emporium, giving you nicknames depending on where you fall in social strata—"honey," if you're a lady; "kid," if you're younger than 40; "guy," if you're older. His voice fills the room like the sound of your dad finally coming home from work—comforting, constant, traits that have unfortunately been lacking in his life and business (which are indistinguishable from each... More >>>