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Mark Twain once said, "The coldest winter he ever endured was a summer in San Francisco" So cool that you all had a great time in SF, at that cool restaurant !
Are those current prices? In San Francisco? Cheaper than in my local area! And if they don’t have fried green tomatoes, they need to take the Tennessee out of their name.
Me too, The guys in Greer,South Carolina had a Grit's and Grill's Breakfast which had good participation from around the area, including car club members from Georgia & North Carolina, and a lot of Hambers. Sock Fu-kers/Iron Lords/ Gargoyles/Tri-City Rod & Custom. HRP GRIT'S AND GRILLS
A very pre cell phone experience- just like the old days when we didn’t live our life inundated with minute by minute updates. So cool so spontaneous. What song was playing? Summer breeze makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind…
Bravo! I think times like that are really some of the backbones of the car culture. The shows and events are secondary to the real trophies that stack up through the experiences and stories we make along the way. Thanks for another great read.
That was a good day. Taking my roadster down Lombard St after the show was a highlight. Hope there's something like that again soon.
This menu sounds so good, we can taste it, just reading about the offerings... YUMMY! Hello, When my wife and I were in our 20s, we were very healthy, and for some reason, we could eat anything and not suffer the consequences. At our mom’s house in the Westside of Long Beach, there was a take out spot that made the first charbroiled burgers in So Cal. That, plus foot long grilled chili hot dogs. Now, that was a meal in itself. But, we always ordered one each for both of us and one grilled burger for our mom. It is a wonder that those meals and our mom’s home cooking did not make us just as round as we were tall. Ha! But, our metabolism must have been going 100 mph. We were slim, trim, and healthy all of our lives. We still are, but these days, are still alive with our old folks, simple lifestyle. Jnaki During our “after college, married days,” we walked along the beach almost daily. It calmed us down more so than we normally were. Our coastal lifestyle started with those walks. Then they turned into weekend custom Harley Sportster Motorcycle road trips down the coast. There was only one ride to the Westside of Long Beach. Boy, did we get a mouthful (pun intended) of the dangers of motorcycles and the two of us hanging on for dear life, as commented by our mom. As twenty somethings, we usually took off down the coast for a cool, crisp, wind in our hair, ride. It was an ocean view ride with a stop at a diner as our goal. Some of our friends usually gathered in Newport Beach and it was a fun way to go out for breakfast. Our goal was this little breakfast diner that was similar to the one in the original story from S.F. It was a gathering place for some of the folks we knew that had the same idea that we did. Weekends were for having fun and what a better way than having a nice breakfast after a 20+ mile cold ride down the Coast Highway? The end result was a small diner with a lot of custom motorcycles and hot rods lined up along the curb. We had been to S.F. plenty of times during our “up the coast” road trips in the El Camino. But, the feeling of a cool destination and gathering was always fun. Whether, it was in cool, foggy S.F. or bright, sunny So Cal. It is the journey, as well as the rewards that made it all worthwhile. YRMV The above menu of a breakfast special and the house special were usually our “go to meals” after a cold ride down the coastline. Hot coffee and plenty of our friends with similar motorcycles and old cars ate a hearty meal sitting at small tables outside for the full atmosphere of salty air and cold mornings. At the time, there were no such things as “breakfast burritos,” just a hearty (pun intended) meal for a couple of 20 somethings, hungry after a cold ride… YRMV
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