CommanderOtto wrote:WD-40 wrote:I suppose it's possible that multiple 'owners' had a piece of the 'Big Boy' chain over the years. I recently visited the location. Outside looks pretty much the same, but the 'Big Boy' is gone. It's been closed for some time. Soooo many memories...including the hot babe who crashed a Vespa near the entrance who soon became 'my first'...Yeaaahhhhh....good memories....I was 'her' first too...Yeeeaahhhhh!.
umm, I think it is a case similar to the restaurant "rally's" which operates as "checker's" in some places of the U.S. In the end, it's the same restaurant, but with different names.
Rally's?!? Ohh don't get me started! Not the same! Big Boy was a sit down 'Family' oriented restaurant. Rally's and Checkers came a decade or two later and are purely fast food.
My nightmare with Rally's was eating a burger there once...Once!...for lunch, leaving to interview some lady at a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere for an investigation, and having to make up some BS excuse in the 'middle' of the interview to secretly go take an explosive crap! Needless to say, I knew enough about the impending power of that crap, to not degrade the honor of whom I work for to go nuclear in her farmhouse toilet. So I was forced to test the strength of my butt cheeks to their limit and drove (in the late 1990s) without the benefit of GPS around cornfields to find the nearest town with a toilet. None to be found. Sensing I was reaching 'critical mass', I stopped the car, ran to the corner of a cornfield in 90+ hot weather and lost 5 pounds of weight in .125 seconds. I went home early that day without my socks or underwear. I didn't want them back either. That was about 15 years ago. To this day, I wonder if the Farmer found them...and what his expression was. Very frustrating.
