Frisch's. The End of an Era
The End of an Era High School . If you follow me, you know I graduated from George D. Chamberlain High School in Tampa, Florida in 1971. (If you are one of my younger readers and find yourself in awe or laughing at the idea of someone that old once in high school, STOP NOW. Your day will come.) I moved to Florida the summer before my ninth-grade year. One of the places my classmates and I frequented was a Frisch’s Big Boy restaurant on Florida Avenue. It wasn’t far from the high school and a great place eat. The fact you could drive into a space, push a button, and order a hamburger with fries... all over a speaker was a treat. A few minutes later your food was carried to your car on a tray that hooked nicely to your rolled down window. But the best part of Frisch’s for most of us wasn’t the food or the convenience. It was the place to meet up with your friends. Frisch’s was a touchpoint of our youth. Like me, Frisch’s was birth...