My BEST CHEESEBURGER! Ever! - A memory of a child's stop at a Roadhouse restaurant.

Go Back in Time to when you stopped at a roadhouse restaurant rather than a fast food chain.

Do you remember Your Best Cheeseburger, Ever?

OK, that question,by itself, should have brought a smile to your face, and sent your brain scrambling back through your personal memory bank to one great time or another in your life.

But, let me stop you right here, before I go on. Let’s eliminate the whole world of fast food chains that are so dominant in our lives today.

Go back in time, to your youth, when there were no shiny arches along the road, no plastic faced kings of burgers, no cute red-headed pig-tailed girls on signs, all touting that their burgers are the best!

Go back to a time when, if you were traveling, you stopped at a roadside restaurant, that was usually a Mom-and-Pop operation for something to eat.

A place that had a menu of fresh made dishes, and maybe, just maybe, being a kid, it included a Hot Dog and a Hamburger.

That is kind of place where I remember getting the best Cheeseburger that I ever ate.

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It was the late fifties, and I was around 10-11 years old.

We lived in the Fairview Heights section of Lynchburg Virginia, and trust me, it was not the best or richest part of town.

We lived in a four room bungalow that Dad had just built an addition onto himself. That addition was as large as the original house, so I guess we were a little better off than most of our neighbors.

One Summer day, Mom called us kids in from playing in our yard and made us clean up and put on our good clothes.

My brother Darrell and my sister Star, and I just looked at each other, stunned. This had never happened before, and all three of us started questioning Mom at the same time.

She let us run on for a couple of minutes, and then she “shushed” us. For those of you that don’t understand “shush”, in our house, it meant;

Shut Up or I am going to Smack You up beside Your Head!

Then she smiled at us and said that we were going on a drive to visit her sister in Madison Heights, and she wanted us to look good, and not like the dirty waifs we usually resembled.

I looked at Darrell and Star thinking; What’s a waif?

Anyway, thirty minutes, a destroyed bathroom, and a few strategically placed smacks from Mom, later; the three of us were sitting on the sofa in the Living Room, giving off our best “little Angel” smiles for Mom.

Dad finally walked in from his bedroom, nodded at the front door, and that was the signal for pandemonium to break out as we raced to be the first through the door, and yell “dibbs” for the two rear door seats of the car.

I got to the car first and, hanging onto the rear door handle that was behind the driver’s seat, looked back and I saw that Dad was just shaking his head, and Mom was working up small rage to rain down upon us when she got to the car.

I put on my phoniest “who me?” smile for Mom, and I ended up escaping most of her wrath, as she focused on Darrell and Star, both stubbornly (and stupidly I thought) hanging onto the other rear door handle until Mom had to pull them apart.

Dad, well he just walked around to the driver’s door, opened it, and slid behind the steering wheel. Then he looked around to all of us and said;

After I start this engine, I am going to pull out of here, and anybody that’s not in the car can just sit on the porch until the rest of us get back.

Then he did that thing with his voice, that all Dads learn, the tone changes and the words that came out did not really matter, because the sounds from his mouth seemed to say;

I am the dominate Male, and you will DIE if you do not submit and do as I say, NOW!

Male Lions do it, Tigers, Elephants, and the males of all of the wild species, that I know of, do it. It is a deep, raw, primal sound that you learn right from the womb and automatically respect.

Mom would get so frustrated when dad did this.

She could yell and scream at us and threaten us with all kinds of different punishments, and we would just keep on with our antics.

But her final and most powerful threat was when she just said;

That’s it! I am going to tell your Dad what you just did, as soon as he walks in the door from work!

The room always went silent with that threat.

Anyway, we all piled into the car, immediately, and took whatever seat we landed in for the trip.

Dad owned a four year old Oldsmobile sedan, which back then was a pretty big car that had a soft ride and was really quiet. We all loved it when we could go somewhere in the car. It was a real treat.

Dad reached over and turned the AM radio on tuned it to his favorite radio station, and we all settled down to enjoy our new surprise trip.

Mom got Dad to make a couple of stops, as we drove through downtown, to pick up some things that she needed, but finally we got through town and across the James River to Madison Heights.

It was then that my sister Star started whining that she was hungry.

She could always get away with whining.

She was a girl, and Darrell and I had learned long ago that a girl could get away with things that we, being boys could never get away with.

So, we waited for Mom to turn and glare at all of us for what Sis had just said.

Instead, she turned, smiling, and told us that Dad was going to buy us Lunch at Woody’s.

For your information, Woody’s was a roadhouse/restaurant on the side of the highway as you got near the north end of Madison Heights.

Well, all three of us immediately went into a rash of questions sprinkled with; Wow’s, Oh Boy’s, Hooray’s, and other exclamations of joy.

Mom let us go on for a couple of minutes and then she “Shushed us” with that threat that if we were not on our very best behavior, starting immediately, we would end up sitting in the car while everyone else got to eat in a restaurant.

Silence ensued!

Dad pulled into the parking lot of Woody’s and we were ushered in the front door and over to a booth by the lady cashier.

Mom and Dad sat on one side and the three of us kids sat on the other.

A waitress come over and left two menus with Mom and Dad, said something about what cute kids we were, and walked away popping her gum and clicking the heels of her shoes on the worn hardwood floor.

Looking at the menu, Dad picked out a plate of Chicken Fried Chicken and Mom finally said that she was going to get the Meatloaf. For side dishes, they both picked the Green Beans and Mashed Potatoes with Gravy.

Then they turned to us and asked us what we wanted. My silly sister said that she wanted a plain Hot Dog on a bun with French Fries, while my brother picked a Hamburger with Mustard and Cheese, which I also thought was stupid.

But, I considered both of them stupid most of the time.

You see, I was the eldest, and it was kind of a requirement to look down on your younger siblings, if you were the eldest.

Mom and Dad then turned to me, waiting, while I tried to figure what I could get away with ordering.

I had read a story recently where one of the characters had ordered a burger with “the works’. That phrase had captivated me, “the Works”, it just sounded so Cool, so special, to get a burger with “the works” on it.

Of course I had no idea what “the Works’ included, but I looked up at Mom and said, as casually as possible and in my most mature voice;

I think I’ll have a Cheeseburger with, and I added a little emphasis here, “the works”, if you don’t mind.

I don’t really know what I expected; rage, red faces, an explosion, a lightning fast smack across my head, something.

But, Mom and Dad just looked at each other and Mom said, with a smile;

OK, that will be fine, Don.

The smile on my face must have spread past my ears, I was going to get my dream Cheeseburger, WOW!

The gum-popping waitress came back and Mom gave her our orders.

We sat there for what seemed like an eternity and were into the serious squirming mode, accentuated by the occasional surprise pinch when Mom and Dad weren’t looking.

And finally, I heard the sound of popping Gum and clicking footsteps.

We all turned and there was our waitress performing the best Circus juggling act I had ever seen, and with our food.

She had all of our plates of food lined up on both of her arms and was nonchalantly clicking towards us, smiling.

Was I supposed to cheer her on for her acrobatic feat?

Was I supposed to move out of her way?

Or, and this was something to think about, was this the way food was served in restaurants around the world?

So, I watched, with my mouth hanging open, as she placed everyone’s food onto the table in front of us and never spilled the first bean or French fry.

I was newly impressed with our gum-popping waitress.

Of course, all three of us kids reached for our food immediately, and Darrel, being the closest to Moms right hand, got his hand smacked.

We then had to wait as we got our lecture about how we were raised, and saying Grace to express our gratitude for the meal that was before us.

So, eventually, we bowed our heads, Mom said grace, which was far too long this time, in my opinion, and we all finally got to do our Amens.

By now, we weren’t sure what Mom and dad were going to pull on us as we watched our food get colder and colder, so we just sat there and stared at them.

Mom smiled, enjoying her power over us, I think, and said; OK you can go ahead and eat…… But, you had better eat your food properly, and slowly, and enjoy your meal. …..

And, you had better not make a mess. …..

And, you had better not get anything on your good clothes. Do you understand?

We all vowed that we would be the neatest and cleanest and most wonderful kids in the world, and then we reached for our food.

I looked down and in front of me was my dream meal, my Cheeseburger with the Works.

The bun had been steamed and was so tender that if you touched it, your finger left an impression in the surface. It was so soft.

On top of the bottom half of the bun was a handmade, greasy, well done hamburger patty that looked to be a half an inch thick and was so large that it stuck out all around the bun.

The Patty had a piece of melted yellow cheese on it that was also covered with grease.

Sitting like a crown on top of the cheese was; several leaves of green lettuce, a thick slice of homegrown tomato, a ring of sliced onion, and three slices of Dill Pickle.

Beside this artistic creation was the top of the bun, upside down and smeared with what looked like half a jar of mayonnaise.

This took up half of the plate and the other half was covered with what must have been a pound of steaming hot French Fries.

I looked over and Dad was concentrating on slicing his Chicken Fried Chicken, Mom was enjoying her first bite of Meatloaf.

Darrell was pressing his hamburger bun down until it was flatter than a pancake, to make it easier to eat, he told me later.

And Sis? She had decided to be a little lady, and was cutting her plain Hot Dog into little pieces that she proceeded to place in her mouth and chew each bite into mush for several minutes, moving her head around in that prissy little girl way that she had.

Me?

I examined my target and finally decided that it was going to be a two-handed proposition to eat this beautiful thing properly.

I carefully reached and wrapped both hands around the bottom two-thirds of my prize, and picked it up.

I was ready!

I placed the top edge of my grand Cheeseburger into my mouth and I bit down.

Oh, the ecstasy, the Joy!

Meat fell on top of my tongue, the bun seemed to melt.

The tomato and Pickle slid to one side of my mouth while the Lettuce and Onion squirted to the other side.

The mayonnaise and melted cheese oozed between my teeth.

I closed my eyes and I slowly chewed this heavenly mixture of fresh flavors together until it was all at just the right consistency and then I swallowed.

That was it! I had just eaten the best food that I had ever put into my mouth.

Oh, I had eaten Beef, and I had eaten bread, tomatoes, onions, mayonnaise and all of the ingredients at one time or another, but no one had ever told me that such a combination of ecstatic flavors, as what ensued would be so ….. perfect!

I opened my eyes, and Dad was sitting there, his fork halfway to his mouth, trying, but not succeeding, in holding back his laughter. I looked over at Mom and she was just staring at me with a “what the hell is he doing” look on her face.

I felt that I had to say something to them, so I repeated a line I had heard in an old movie I had seen, I said;

Quite Satisfactory!

With that, Mom laughed, and Dad actually choked on the piece of Chicken he had barely gotten into his mouth.

I sat there, until they had regained their composure, and Dad, with tears in his eyes, told me;

Just enjoy your food Don! Just enjoy it! And then he avoided my eyes, as if pretending that I wasn’t even in the room and went on eating his meal.

So, a little embarrassed, I looked down at my Cheeseburger, to continue my attack and I realized that things had changed.

Or, should I say, shifted. I now held a bun with an enormous beef patty still perfectly centered, but the Lettuce had decided to slide totally off of the bun.

And, the Tomato, the delicious fresh home grown tomato?

It had decided to break into several pieces, one dangling in the hole where I had taken my previous bite, and the other piece was lying on my pile of French fries. The ring of Onion? It dangled from the bottom of the burger between my hands.

I had a problem!

How do I eat this piece of art that had suddenly decided to morph into such an unstable shape?

So, I laid it down on the plate and examined it anew. Finally, I figured that there was only one thing to do, rebuild the darn thing back to its original beauty. Which I proceeded to do.

After a minute or so, I had my burger back in shape and I carefully picked it up again with both hands, placed it into my mouth, and took another large bite.

Hooray! The second bite was just as great as the first.

Then I looked down and sadly, the self-destruction phase that my wonderful burger had gone through before was even more extreme, this time.

The patty and wonderfully soft bun had torn in half and the Lettuce and tomato had decided to just lie there covered with mayonnaise and daring me figure a way to eat them.

I laid it all back down on my plate and looked around the table.

Darrell was halfway through his burger with only the occasional Mustard stain on his hands and face, so far.

Star? She was now chewing her second piece of Hot dog into oblivion, while the other neatly cut pieces dutifully waited for their turn.

And Mom and Dad were ignoring us totally and really getting into their own meals, so I examined my burger more closely.

I stared for a while and then I realized that I had to give up, before my burger got cold.

So, with a deep sigh, I grabbed the largest portion and rammed it into my mouth and chewed.

Yep, I had mayonnaise and tomato that oozed from my mouth, running down my chin, but by breathing slowly through my nose, I could chew, swallow a little bit, chew, swallow a little bit, until I had finished that piece.

I was having such a good time that I wiped my face with my napkin and devoured several fries, to cleanse my palette.

Then I grabbed the other piece of the burger, rammed all of the loose stuff that had fallen onto my plate between the two bun pieces, and rammed the whole thing into my mouth and ate it just like the other half.

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As I finished my last bite of my burger and reached for some more of my fries, I let out a Belch.

Not a polite Burp, but a long, drawn out, monotone, low Baritone Belch. I swear it must have lasted for a full minute, before it tapered into a little high Tenor squeak.

Now, I was an eleven year old boy, and a well-placed Burp or Belch was one of your favorite things to pull out and embarrass others with, especially your parents.

So, having just generated the absolutely best and loudest and longest lasting Belch of my life, I looked up at Dad and waited for my praise.

Well, I was surprised.

It seems that a quality Belch is not as acceptable in a restaurant as it might be at home over the dinner table.

If looks could Kill, I should have dropped over Dead, right there, with my face in my fries.

Both Mom and Dad were looking at me with that; You shall Die for this and we shall generate a replacement for you immediately, a replacement that knows better than to make such a sound in front of us, in public.

Duly scared, I started to apologize and then I heard the laughter.

The gum popping waitress was bent over, across the room, laughing her head off, along with the couple at the next booth and the cashier at the door.

I just hung my head. I was a goner for sure!

At the moment, it seemed that it wasn’t a matter of, if I was going to be punished, it was just a matter of when!

While Mom, red-faced, chastised me, in that low whisper-like; voice of death, of hers;

Dad, through clenched teeth was explaining the variety of punishments that were now waiting to be inflicted on me.

This was all, while they had those scary frozen smiles on their faces, shrugging, and implying to the public;

Kids! What are you going to do when they act like this?

I knew the look because it had been used by Mom and Dad before, and generally it was about me and my transgressions.

So, being totally doomed, I waited for the end, just staring at the paper napkin dispenser on the table and wondering if I could sneak a bunch of them and slip them into the seat of my pants without Mom and Dad seeing me do it.

I figured that they could give my Butt a little cushion later.

The laughter in the restaurant finally died down, and the waitress brought the bill to Dad, but not before ruffling my hair and saying;

That was quite a Burp you let out there Junior. I think you rattled the windows with that one.

With this, both Mom's and Dad's faces turned red again, and I decided that there probably weren’t enough napkins in the world to protect my Butt, this time.

Everyone finished their meals, and finally we left Woody’s and got into the car. Both Darrell and Star were snickering because they knew that I was in trouble and they weren’t, this time.

Mom and dad got into the car and just drove onto the road, not saying a thing.

We got to my Aunts house, a few minutes later, and the three of us filed into the living room. Dad pointed and we all sat on the Sofa.

The three of us were just sitting there, waiting for me to get my punishment when the strangest thing happened.

I could hear Dad talking to my uncle Carl, in the next room.

And he was telling my uncle about me, my Cheeseburger, and how I ate it.

And they were both laughing as he described my loud Belch and everyone’s reaction in the restaurant.

I relaxed, sat back on the sofa, and smugly crossed my legs, as I thought;

I had just eaten the greatest Cheeseburger in the world and I had avoided getting what I thought was going to be the whipping of my life.

What a Day!

What a Burger!


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© 2011 Don Bobbitt

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Cloverleaf 5 years ago from Calgary, AB, Canada

I really enjoyed your story! It's impossible to eat a burger like this politely, I never bother trying anymore!! The messier the better! You've got me hungry now :)

Voted up!


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stephaniedas 5 years ago from Miami, US

Messy is better for any sandwich! This made me drool, by the way, because I was thinking about my best cheeseburger ever.


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Don Bobbitt 5 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Thanks Cloverleaf! I tried to bring an old memory to life. I appreciate your comment.

I agree stephaniedas, most of the best foods I can remember eating, I also ended up wearing!


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JamaGenee 5 years ago from Central Oklahoma

What a marvelous story! I haven't quit laughing! Aren't parents funny creatures? When you think you messed up Big Time, you find out you really Did Good! Go figure.

And now, thanks to your wonderfully detailed description of that cheeseburger and how delicious it was, I have to go make one! ;D


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Don Bobbitt 5 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Then......D........ I have done my job! I got across the fact that I have eaten a Cheeseburger, and ever since, it, paired with the total memory, can never really be surpassed. Especially, not by the fare put out by those national chains. Thanks for your kind words, and I hope you enjoy your Cheeseburger!


shelby 5 years ago

OH MY . . . Don . . . what can I say about this absolutely grand wonderfully wonderful memory about a day with your parents and Darrell and Star that would be adequate enough? And when I reached the part about my own precious father, your Uncle Carl, all my previous laughter turned to tears remembering what wonderful fathers you and I both were so very, very lucky to have had. What a great story, told like a pro! As you must know, I well remember Woody's and going in there some with my own mother and father. But, your descriptive abilities in telling of a young boys delight in his "best ever cheeseburger" is spot on PERFECT. I have been there and done that, trying to manage to not come across like a hog at the trough, and yet get that amazing concoction into my mouth and down my gullet as quickly as possible.

Well done, cuz . . . well done indeed! This one is a keeper for sure. Am printing off a copy now to read to Gene. Thanks for sharing this memory. shelby


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Don Bobbitt 5 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Thanks, Shelby! Yep, This one is going into my Lynchburg Book. I am sitting in a Campground north of Savannah, and will get home to Florida tomorrow. Drop me an email on Yourself and Gene? And Thanks again for the great comment.


shelby 5 years ago

By the way - I forgot to say that I voted UP and also gave you a useful, funny, awesome, beautiful, and interesting - for it was all of this and more!

Will write about Gene soon. ss


dstarok 5 years ago

Very funny! Those were the days huh? Thanks for writing it.


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The Dirt Farmer 5 years ago from United States

Very funny! That must have been one really good cheeseburger!


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Don Bobbitt 5 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Yep! That Burger is what I hold up as the BEST whenever I order one, anywhere. Of course, this immediately disqualifies ALL of the chains, but What the Heck! A Man has to have some standards. LOL!


Phoebe Pike 5 years ago

In my town we have a small pizza shop that is a Ma and Pa business. They make the greatest food. Even when McDonalds' came in, they didn't lose any business. Seriously, they have the greatest food and fair prices making it perfect for a date night.


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Don Bobbitt 5 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Thanks for the Comment Phoebe. And, you're right there are many great eateries around the country that we can enjoy rather than these "chains".


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freecampingaussie 4 years ago from Southern Spain

I loved this story as I make a big mess when eating hanburgers , also remember the days before the chain foods . I remember the first time I had my first pack of kfc to myself !


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Don Bobbitt 4 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

free camping Aussie- thanks for the comment, and it is definitely all about having them and most importantly about. making them! keep on making them, aussie!


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Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

Well you recaptured everyone's thrill of their first great burger! Glad you had fries with it. lol


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Don Bobbitt 4 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Jackie Lynnley- Thanks for the comment and I am glad that you enjoyed the little memory of mine.

Have a great day.


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Don Bobbitt 4 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

tsadjatko, thanks so much for your response.

We all have our fond memories, and so often they are tied to foods.

I just happened to have one that is very special to me and includes a Cheeseburger.

On the other hand, yours is just as special and includes a Greek Sub!

Damn, But Life is grand isn't it? Just from your short description, I can picture your precious memory. I hope mine was as real to you and others as it is to me. Even if done in 4000 words?

Isn't being a writer a wonderful thing?


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tsadjatko 4 years ago from maybe (the guy or girl) next door

Being a writer? Well, I never wrote a book let alone had a book published like you, but when you express yourself in words that actually connect with others, it can be fun!


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PegCole17 3 years ago from Dallas, Texas

Hey there Don. If I didn't know better I would think this story was about my own family. Dad had that dominant male voice that would cause our knees to quake and wipe the smirks right off our faces. I also had a brother and a sister whose prissy superiority was often displayed in a mirror image of my Mom. We ran to the car and yelled "dibbs" and I was the one usually stuck in the middle seat. We drew invisible lines between us and dared the other to cross the line until Dad would give us that "look" that meant trouble.

This was thoroughly entertaining and I can remember a road house burger that was just like this one. Thanks so much for the shared experience and the trip down memory lane.


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Don Bobbitt 3 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

PegCole17- So glad to see that you enjoyed my trip down memory lane. And, now that I think about it, I guess there were thousands of us; small families going to visit relatives, all dressed up and it being such a special occasion that we were even taken out to eat.

Oh, those days of big old bulbous cars, single lane roads and roadhouses.

Thanks again for the read,

DON


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Rosemay50 3 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

That sounded like a real tasty burger Don. Made my mouth water just reading this. Hard to find anywhere with a decent burger nowadays. They just don't make em like they used to aye.


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Don Bobbitt 3 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Rosemay50- hanks for the read and you bet. Sometimes, I can still taste that wonderful concoction that I enjoyed so many years ago.

And, really, these fast food chain offerings are no temptation to me at all. I gave up trying to find my dream Burger accept at a friends "Barbie" of course. HA! HA!

Regards, DON


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Don Bobbitt 3 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Time for me to break out this old memory of mine. I hope you enjoy it.

DON


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JRScarbrough 2 years ago from United States

Though, I don’t recall a time we weren’t plagued by fast food chains, I am old enough (40) to recall the roadside burger joints. We had one here called The Top Hat Drive-In and yes, their burgers and food in general kicks fast food’s butt.

Another one was The Chuck Wagon. I think of these places as I drive passed where they stood in my childhood. It is rather sad that these joints can’t compete anymore. There is something wrong with that.


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Don Bobbitt 2 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

JRScarbrough- Regardless of how hard a large chain tries, eventually they have to make concessions on their food quality in order to be more profitable and minimize materials used, just like a factory would.

The individual old-time roadside restaurant, on the other hand were able to provide high quality and fresh foods to the public.

My preference every time.

Thanks for the comment,

DON


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GetitScene 2 years ago from The High Seas

Nice memory, thanks for sharing it with us.


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Don Bobbitt 2 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

GettiScene- Thanks for the read. I am glad you enjoyed this little piece of my past.

DON


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B Lucy 2 years ago from Podunk, Virginia

I love, love, LOVE this hub! While I have not been to Woody's, I have had my fair share of burgers in the L ynchburg area. I'd have to say the best was at the Tastee Freeze in Rustburg after a Sunday afternoon visit at my grandparents. Thanks so much for the trip down memory lane!!


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B Lucy 2 years ago from Podunk, Virginia

I never made my way to Woody's but did enjoy my favorite burger at the Tastee Freeze in Rustburg. It was the time of hand-pressed patties and locally grown tomatoes . . . nothin' else like it! Thanks so much for the trip down memory lane!


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Don Bobbitt 2 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

B.Lucy- In my Senior year of high School, we moved and I was transferred from the mighty E.C.Glass, to tiny Rustburg High. Boy, what a change.

So, I remember the Tastee Freeze and especially the JUMBO Drive In on 501. That was the fifties style drive in where they delivered your food on rollerskates.

I need to write an article about some of the things that happened back then! What a time to be young!

Thanks for the read and the comment.

DON


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B Lucy 2 years ago from Podunk, Virginia

Sorry for posting twice . . I wasn't sure it went thru. But it sure was an enjoyable hub! My parents lived across from the Jumbo as newlyweds in the late 50's. They would pay bills when Dad got his check from B&W and if anything was left, they would go get a Jumbo dog and split it! LOL! And yes, you definitely need to write more of these wonderful articles!! They are a joy to read!


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teaches12345 2 years ago

Your photo alone makes me drool! I loved your story and the climax was worth the wait. I can almost taste the burger now! Those were the days, my friend.


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notsuperstitious1 2 years ago from Canada

I really do not care for hamburgers from a fast food joint, except when we are in a hurry, I don't mind a Papa Burger with cheese. There is new ownership at a restaurant called Nellie's, which is walking distance from our home and they make the best hamburger I have tasted. They say it is a 1/4 of a pound, but I swear it is more like a 1/3 pound. I usually just order the burger without the fries, and let my husband order with fries and then eat a few of his fries, which are also very good.

When travelling, I find that small towns make the best hamburgers. I enjoyed reading your hub.


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Don Bobbitt 2 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

notsuperstitious1- I love hamburgers and steaks and all forms of red meats, but......

For the past several years, I limit my red meat intake to maybe a couple of times a month at the most, and I get my Protein elsewhere.

So, when i do eat a Cheeseburger, it is not one from a retail store or food chain, Oh No! Get the ingredients and make something that tastes lost as good as the one I describe in my article.

Thanks for the read and comment,

DON


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vespawoolf 2 years ago from Peru, South America

Now I´m craving a works cheeseburger! I enjoyed reading your childhood memory. It sounds like you had a nice childhood and a fun family. Unfortunately, there aren't many surviving greasy spoon restaurants like the one you describe here. I don´t remember my best cheeseburger ever, but I´m sure my husband does. He probably has several such memories. Thanks for sharing!


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Don Bobbitt 2 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Vespawoolf- It is a true story, and one that I hold dear in my mind. We were one of those families that were Poor, but No one told, us so we didn't have a clue until we were much older than this moment in my life. Other people did things that we never did but, yet again, we were just a family that die things our way without knowing that we had so little. I guess that's why I have such a vivid memory of this certain special day.

Life is like that, moments that we cherish and memories we blank out.

Thanks for the read, and BTW, your Hubs are great reads. DON


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peachpurple 23 months ago from Home Sweet Home

this cheese burger reminds me of burger king


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Don Bobbitt 23 months ago from Ruskin Florida Author

peachpurple- I guess I should apologize. For my poor writing skills and the mundane memory that I tried (very hard by the way) to present to my readers.

But, Jeez! Burger King?

I make a point of being fair and allowing everyones comment to be seen, so yours is out there.

The insult? I'll take it on the chin from someone without taste or civility.

DON


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Rachel L Alba 17 months ago from Every Day Cooking and Baking

Hi Don.

That picture alone made my mouth water. One of my favorites is cheeseburgers. I remember when I was a little girl, many years ago, we lived near Harrisburg, PA and we would take trips about once a month to Philly to hear one of our favorite preachers. My father always stopped at Howard Johnsons where I always got a cheeseburg. I don't know what made them so good but I haven't had one that tasted like that every since we stopped going years later. A glass of chocolate milk always went with it. lol Thanks for sharing your story. I gave you 5 stars and voted up and awesome.

Blessings to you.


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Don Bobbitt 17 months ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Rachel L. Alba- Thanks for the read and great comment.

The Cheeseburger is a piece of Americana. that some of us remember as being a unique thing, made by hand and including, back then, natural ingredients.

Not, some mass-produced thing that is a combination of ingredients that were once simple but now are shipped from various parts of the world and are intentionally "toned down" into a product that suits a mass market.

Your HoJo cheeseburger was unique and you remember it as such, as I remember mine.

Thanks agian for the comment,

DON


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gmwilliams 16 months ago from the Greatest City In The World-New York City, New York

This brought back the old days when a cheeseburger was something to talk about. Excellent, descriptive story indeed!


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Don Bobbitt 16 months ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Hey Brother Williams, Thanks for the read and the comment. And, I am glad that you enjoyed my description of a time long ago. Its a shame that this new generation doesn't have such memories.

DON

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