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A Retro Ruby Tuesday. October 20, 2009

Posted by littlebangtheory in Politics and Society.
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When my brother and I were little kid my parents would occasionally take us out to eat on a Friday or Saturday night, and because we  were a real 1960s American family, we went to one of those sit-down burger franchises, where the food was fried and, if you didn’t know any better, great for the price.

One of the family-friendly places we frequented (you know, vinyl bench seating so you can mop up after the little monsters leave,) was called Abdow’s Big Boy, with an extensive burger menu for Dad, though mine opted for their Fried Clams every time, some predictably bland white-fish dish like scrod for Mom, who wasn’t overly adventurous as eaters go, and an extensive kids’ menu so Mom and Dad could enjoy their meal without all the bitching.

And outside the place, on the Route 33 rotary in Chicopee,  was a monument to Big Boy himself, a fiberglass likeness which I remember as being gigantically rotund, like a cautionary tale told in code not quite decipherable to a young child.  Somehow the distended abdomen made me distrust Big Boy’s bright smile and Irish eyes.

I hadn’t seen Big Boy in decades, I don’t know how many.

Until just this past weekend.  On the banks of a pond in way rural Shutesbury:

Big Boy cropped

Poor Big Boy.  He’s been holding that ridiculously large burger for what, maybe fifty years now (I said I was little!)  If that were me, I’d be in tears, with the way my shoulders work.

Plus it’s gone a bit green, and I don’t think he’s gonna sell it.

Anyway, this may be my most incongruous Ruby Tuesday ever.  I mean, what’s congruous about Big Boy on the bank of a backwoods pond?

Thanks to Mary over at Work of the Poet for this Ruby meme.  🙂

Comments»

1. Patti V. - October 20, 2009

This photo is fantastic. Big Boy needs a break, that’s for sure. He is going to have a wicked case of bursitis. And tendonitis.

I went to A Big Boy once in Maryland. I bought a T-shirt featuring Big Boy.
That was a l-o-n-g time ago. The End.

Thanks for the smile. And the memories.

2. Laurie B - October 20, 2009

I remember Big Boy from route 33, and the rotary we all learned to drive on. Blast from the past. Thanks.

3. Bob - October 20, 2009

Nice!

I remember them as Shoney’s Big Boy.

4. fickleinpink - October 21, 2009

what’s he doing there anyway? lolz!

thank for walking us on your memory lane!
have a great day!

come visit me at fickleinpink, the dark side if you have the time!

5. Christine - October 21, 2009

I love the Big Boy boy. He is sort of gnomish actually… perfect for a garden.

6. Bobbie - October 21, 2009

Yes, a real blast from the past.
He has a gorgeous scene to be a part of.

7. Patti V. - October 21, 2009

P.S. The one I went to was a Bob’s Big Boy, if memory serves me correctly.

I just love the sense of humor seen in this photo!!

8. littlebangtheory - October 21, 2009

Thank you all for humoring my foray into my childhood. Amazing, isn’t it, how wide spread this memory is, courtesy of the homogenizing of America! And more amazing still how our recollections of this cultural snippet all seem to have coalesced around the humor/absurdity of such a thing.

I think Big Boy must be much happier out by the pond than down by the rotary.

Now, if only he could put down that damned burger!!!

9. maryt/theteach - October 22, 2009

hey Cunning Runt, incongruous without a doubt! Great Ruby Tuesday though! Thanks for playing! 🙂

10. Carletta - October 22, 2009

This image made me smile! I remember him from my childhood. Later, in college I met my husband who actually cooked at a Big Boy’s on the weekend. The restaurant he worked out was torn down years ago and I just recently read a monument was going to be placed on the property. I haven’t seen it yet.
Your shot is beautiful and the reflections are perfect.


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