Frank Hardy Made My Photographs Two

OK … I took these back about thirty years ago for Mrs. Hopkins, so technically they are not my father’s, but I thought that they were more relevant over here than over on my blog.  I cannot remember why she had me do these and as you can tell, since the parking lot is practically empty, these were made on the one day that they were closed … Monday.  I cannot tell you how many meals that I personally at here or how many meals that I carried out over a span of twenty or so years.  For a span of several years back in 1981, 82 and some of 83, I lived only a couple of blocks from here on Spring and Barcelona Streets.  This was the only restaurant that cooked and served liver that everyone seemed to enjoy.  And everyone knew about the fried chicken!  This place was around back in the 1940’s because my father used to tell a story of one of his friend’s that Mrs. Hopkins would not allow to eat there because he ate so much.  I cannot attest to that because I used to see some guys eat so much, I do not know how they were able to walk away.  Here are a couple of more views …

If these photos do not make your mouth water for some good home-cooked fried chicken, nothing will.  I can not remember if the place closed before Ed Hopkins died or it closed soon after it passed away, but I am sure that someone out there knows.  If I do not receive a dozen or so comments about these photos, I will be greatly disappointed.  If you never ate here, going to Golden Corral and Ryan’s does not even come close these days.  The one thing that I always liked was the fact you ate at a ” communal ” table with everyone.  I always enjoyed talking to strangers, so it never bothered me, but my wife was never comfortable with it all that much.  No, I am not going to run out to KFC or Church’s for a fried -chicken fix when I get through with this post.  Thanks for looking and please check back … Frank

PS – I had one more of the north side of the house that I forgot to post earlier that showed the parking lot.  It did not hold a lot of cars, so you ended up parking in front of someone’s house several blocks away and walking.  The walk back to your car always took longer since you were always so full.  Thanks … Frank