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There’s one in Westfield MA
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There is? I looked it up in my phone book and don’t see it. Can you tell me where? I’m always looking for new places to eat.
I remember seeing Lums in Pburgh all the time but my grandpa never took us there. I’ll have to see if he’ll take me on my next visit.
The only restaurant I miss is Chuck’s Steakhouse.
Someone told me once that it was a chain but I’ve never seen another. It used to reside in the Auburn Mall (Mass). They had an excellent buffet, the first buffet I ever went to actually. My mom used to work there when I was a wee lass and we lived in Auburn. We were dirt poor so she choose to work there for the free meals. She would take us because there was a massive price reduction for young children. They had the best steak fries ever. Oooooo, the huge buttered rolls - dipped in thick mushroom gravy, YUM!
I think I’m gonna cry now.
I still remember being a little kid (living in Worcester) and spending my Saturday’s with my mom. Before we could afford a car, we’d take the bus to Auburn. We’d go to the library, play at the playground at the high school, walk to the flea market (gone now), and walk back to the mall for dinner at Chucks. Sometimes if we had extra money, we’d get a small Orange Julius and share it. My sisters never wanted to go with us so it was our own special time. When we got a car, we’d hit all the yard sales between our house and the mall, then hit the library, playground and the flea market. We’d always end up at Chucks.
Once, when I was in my late teens, my mom and I spend a Saturday the way we had when I was a kid. We hadn’t taken a bus together in years and we hadn’t even been to the mall without my stepdad since I was 13. On that day, we did all the things we used to do, including walking our now fat selves to the flea market and back. When we got to the mall, we realized that Chucks was gone. We both got quite teary-eyed at the realization that our tradition was just a fond memory. I think my mom was depressed at the passage of time and how it changes our lives. I was depressed at the loss of such a huge part of my childhood.
I will never forget those days. Even now, when I’m almost 27 and am living 50 miles away, I still drive to Worcester at least once a month. I pick up my mom and take her to any place she desires. One year, I took a Saturday off from work so we could spend the day yardsaling. Sometimes we drive an hour to get to a faraway mall, sometimes we just stay in Worcester. We still finish up by eating dinner together. The restaurants change with almost every visit and none seem to taste as good as Chucks. But, it’s a way to carry on the tradition and I’m happy with it.
There is a chain called Chuck’s Steakhouse and there’s even one in Southwick. But, the one in Auburn changed it’s name to just Chuck’s before closing for good, so I don’t think they’re the same.