Egg cremes had a bonding effect in a situation quite a few years back:
I was at the Ritz Carlton in Naples, FL, courtesy of my employer. While sitting at a dinner table at their fancy restaurant with other execs, I got into a conversation with a senior person who told me he'd be driving to Miami after the meeting to visit his retired father. His dad, he told me, was in the garment business--had a showroom on Seventh Avenue in NYC, but his factory was on Thatford Street in Brownsville, Brooklyn. I told him that I grew up in Brownsville, near Thatford Street--but the area was devastated now. "Only thing left is the Fox's U-Bet factory," I added. The guy's eyes lit up at the mention of that fabled syrup. We then spent the rest of the dinner discussing egg cremes and the relative merits of Fox's U-Bet vs. Bloomers (the only other chocolate syrup suitable for egg cremes--forget about Hershey's). The other people at the table looked at us as if we were from Mars.