Since I do love food, I thought I would write about my memories of eating out as a child.
I don’t remember us eating out a lot. Mainly, I remember my dad getting food from McDonald’s on Sunday nights and bringing it home. Sundays were busy, with church in the morning and again in the evening. My mom always had a big meal at noon on Sunday, which seems like it would be hard to pull off (I am thankful that we now eat out each Sunday at noon). I remember her setting the oven timer so things would be ready when we got home from church.
Anyway, on Sunday nights Dad would bring home sandwiches and fries. We shared the fries, which were the (now) smaller size, in the white paper sleeve. I loved Filet O Fish (I remember having one of those the night I got baptized, but I was so nervous I had to eat it after church, heating it up in the double broiler). I had awhile where I was really into McRibs, too.
Prior to McDonald’s, I remember our town having a “Burger Chef” and a “Burger Queen.”
We had Queenie Bee stickers, one of which was pasted on a little table we used a lot. I also remember meeting the Queenie Bee mascot. Woo hoo!
We would actually eat at a restaurant sometimes on Wednesday nights (again, probably because we had church on Wednesday nights). For awhile we went to Long John Silver’s, and we had other years where we went to Cow Town. Cow Town (locally owned, I think) was awesome because there was a large fake cow out front.
For a treat, we loved to go to Dairy Queen (so great was our love that my dad later bought the local DQ with some friends and owned it for several years) or the locally-owned Dairy Delight near our church.
When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn’t the old home you missed but your childhood. ~Sam Ewing