My parents did much of their dating there in Wayne (1959-1961)! My earliest memories are at the Dalys in Livonia. When I was 4, I licked the top of the salt shaker. My mom was mortified as she gave the shaker to a waitress for washing. When I was 6, I was eating an onion ring (without chewing it much) and it got stuck in my throat. Again my mortified mother blushed deeply as I pulled it right back out of my throat. I was forbidden to eat onion rings until I could do so properly ;-) I loved the red checkered tables, the individual juke boxes (which I miss by the way), and the delicious Daly burgers. I loved the Dalys in Plymouth the best because of the Fireplace! But I go to the only one left in Livonia every chance I get...Going tonight on my own date as a matter of fact!! Maybe history will repeat itself!!
Thursday, October 07, 2010