In 1969, after more than a decade of growth, this Macon-based chain launched a major expansion, reaching nearly a hundred stores. Five years later, the chain failed. Today, their distinctive, deteriorating buildings are home to all kinds of businesses, and some survivors have thrived on their own for thirty years. Learn more in this extra-length, photo-filled chapter.
They say that good things come to those who wait, and that was very true as we finished this trip, and the girlchild passed on a cup of gelato in order to get herself one of her gigantic desserts a few miles further down the road.
I love wandering around old mini-golfs taking pictures of the obstacles. This independent survivor of an old chain has been maintained very nicely.
Here’s what happens when the three of us each pick one place to try on an out-of-town trip. Then, following some fun with the baby in Coolidge Park, a trip north to the town of Hixson for some good barbecue.
Here is a chapter for everybody who is thinking about opening a “fifties diner.” This, my friends, is how you do it right.
As the sun passed over me, Sheriff Buford Pusser’s shadow loomed larger, and I wrapped up the Tennessee leg of the trip with two more stops for barbecue and a sweet treat.
In this installment, I follow a roadfooding buddy to a place where the potato salad is not as good as hoped, but the barbecue, smoked over an amazing pit, is simply outstanding.
A two-day tour of southern Tennessee and northern Alabama begins at popular joint in Chattanooga that opens early enough for me to get there and get on the road quickly.
This is not the first time that we went to middle Tennessee and enjoyed some pretty good barbecue, and then came back to eastern Tennessee and had better.
There’s a hippie van in an East Nashville neighborhood that’s serving up some terrific dogs that go really well with a very pleasant surprise, a spicy ginger ale that I’ve never seen in these parts before.
Once upon a time, this was a smoky joint full of crabby servers and barely any tables free for people who weren’t in with the court reporter in-crowd that filled it. Now it’s a little more family-friendly.
Perhaps we might make the argument that it’s better to consider the quality of Texas-themed barbecue by trying their brisket, but I’m a Georgia boy, and barbecue means pork to me.
The girlchild and I made a stop for milkshakes and a detour for agave-sweetened fountain sodas. In the evening, we went shopping at a very silly and fun store that specializes in obscure and utterly bizarre soft drinks. Have you good people ever had a bacon soda before?
Two Texans who graduated from Vanderbilt opened this place in 1984. Fashions come and go, but this madhouse has always been packed with students ready for a long afternoon drinking beer on the deck after class.