As we walked up to the doors of the restaurant, we both commented that we probably hadn’t eaten at a Frischs’ Big Boy since we were children. I think our family might have gone for the breakfast buffet once when traveling to one of the Grimes’ family weddings. Oh, and wasn’t there a Big Boy on Indianola where we turned to drive to church? Joel thought he was probably 5-years-old when he had visited last.
Today, as we looked through the menu, the prices didn’t seem unreasonable. Joel ordered the country fried steak with coleslaw and onion rings (No, ma’am, he isn’t interested in the mashed potatoes, and please leave off the gravy.). I went with the “Buddy Boy”, a ham and cheese sandwich, and a glass of Dr. Pepper.
The pie in the display cases up front had tempted me, but after seeing how large most of the people in the establishment were, I felt more like taking a long walk than ordering dessert.