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Growing up the youngest of three boys on the Eastside of Columbus in the 1960s, I've always felt cheated that I was "born too late." My older brothers were able to enjoy the fruits of youth offered up by the late 1950s and early 1960s like Buckeye Lake Amusement Park, drive-in restaurants, and eventually, that fun idea invented exclusively for their generation--the military draft. But fortunately I was able to lasso the last train out of the baby boomer generation, catching a ride on the continued birth and growth of a convenience-oriented way of life. The Bordon milkman stopped delivering, the trips to the Big Bear at Great Eastern became less frequent, and my generation no longer found it necessary to sit around the dinner table every evening at precisely 5 P.M. ala John Boy and the Walton Family. Instead, we stared eagerly over a grease-spotted paper bag and a group of wax cups in some sort of intricately designed cardboard holder as our dinner was ceremoniously distributed according to ingredient preference and placement inside the bag itself. Thus began my childhood on the Eastside of Columbus, Ohio in the 1960s. And although I didn't realize it at the time, I was to grow right along side the fast food industry as it matured into the global industry it has become today. Allow me to
take you back in time through my personal recollections of memorable
restaurant experiences on the Eastside of Columbus. Please
remember that although I have an outstanding memory for such useless
yet timeless minutia, I may not be totally correct on everything I
am about to share. And I would be more than happy to relive
your memories as a means of expanding my knowledge and perhaps
recalling some of the facts trapped in the cobwebs of my brain
stem.
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