My First Big Boy

So, I had to go to Grand Rapids, Michigan this week for work. I'm driving down 28th street when I see him. I've heard about him in movies...trivia questions...but I've never seen him in person. There he was, in all his fiberglass glory...with a doo-wap hairdo and checkerboard overalls. Big Boy. "I've gotta eat there!" I yelled in my car, though there was no one else to hear. I immediately called my wife. "Jen! They have Big Boys here!" "Huh?" "Oh...sorry...the restaurant!" "Oh, yeah, I used to eat at those all the time growing up." "Oh, I've never been to one. I'm going to go there for lunch!" So I did. Hmmm...maybe it was just because I had built up all this hype but I gotta say, I wasn't that impressed. I ordered a bacon cheeseburger with pepper jack cheese...and bacon. Oh, and a Diet Coke. Never got a refill on that drink, even though it was empty before I was halfway finished with my burger. The fries were okay. (Remember, french fries are my most favoritest food in the whole world!) The season salt made 'em a little better. And then there was this little bowl of cole slaw. Yech. I don't particularly like cole slaw and I'm not sure why it comes with a burger and fries...but hey...if that's part of their image, I'll go with it. All in all, it was an okay dining experience. Nothing to write home about. Wait...I guess I just did.