My grandma worked at the Princes on 14th (?) and Shepard. The one in Northline Mall survived for a little while after but has now gone.Īs it stands there are only 2 Pancho Mexican Buffets left in Houston (one on 45 north and one at Jones and 1960). Piccadilly Cafeteria was in Northwest Mall for a while but closed shop about 5 years ago I think. My mom and uncle both worked there for a while. **** WARNING H-Town Man has waxed philosophical WARNING ****Īnywho, there was a Wyatts on W. In a way, we as a city are still, for better or worse, in our childhood on this issue. Witness also how people from "sophisticated" cities like Chicago and Boston whine on and on about their architecture and neighborhood planning, while folks in Houston are happily oblivious to it.
No doubt I would have found it overblown, and the firework show on the scoreboard crass and cheesy. I sometimes wonder if I would have loved a place like the Astrodome as fervently as I always have if I had not seen it until my critical faculties were developed. It was only after going to college in Chicago that I became a snob, and suburban Houston was ruined for me. When I was growing up, I never noticed anything wrong with the "cheap," "bland," "prosaic" buildings of the suburbs where I lived. This same idea could even be extended to. In a way then, we are the authors of our own misery, and even the most seemingly hideous conditions of life could be made happy and pleasant if we were to recover this innocence and naivete. I know certain relatives of mine who have largely retained this innocence through most of their lives, and still happily enjoy certain things that I have rejected through my sophistication (especially after going to college with a bunch of rich kids). Perhaps, if we were to step back far enough, we would see that the difference in quality between a McDonald's hamburger and a prime steak is really only very miniscule, and that it is the vanity and falseness that we have acquired that makes one so intolerable, and the other so essential. To me it says so much about the innocence of childhood that our standards were so low and a few colorful decorations and a man with a smile at the counter could make us so happy. **** WARNING H-Town Man is about to wax philosophical WARNING **** My mom says that whenever we drove by I would shout "Hambuhgahhhh!" and I know for a fact that up until about fourth grade, a Happy Meal was the greatest meal on earth (I can still remember the smell of the food when my dad came to elementary school to eat lunch with me and brought a Happy Meal). I remember having wonderful experiences as a kid at places that I am reluctant to associate with now, the prime example being McDonald's. That is a very astute observation, lowspark.
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