My memories of places often center on restaurants where we often ate. The food, the people I went with, and the waiters. A cute waiter can make the most miserable meal appealing, and haute cuisine loses something when served by a waitress.
And sometimes the waiters do more than flirt.
1. Harris Pizza. Harris Pizza, no question, the best in the universe. We ordered several times a year when I was growing up, and I always insisted on getting it when I returned for a visit. Once I tried to pick up the college boy who worked at the counter, but my friend Dick did instead. They've been together ever since.
2. The Hasty Tasty Shop, a pancake house where I had my wild night of debauchery in fifth grade. Before the night was over, I got to give a massage to a high school boy and feel a wiener.
3. Sandy's, a fast-food chain where the waiters all wore cute Scotch tartan kilts, I assume with nothing on underneath.
4. Bob's Burgers (no relation to the tv show). Viju and I used to go there after an unsuccessful night of cruising at Bullwinkle's, and sometimes with out hookups after a successful night. You could get a hamburger with a fried egg on top. The waiters were paid extra to get enthusiastic over the food. And they never gave us weird looks for being two (or four) men together.
5. I didn't go to Houston very often, but when I did, it was to Baba Yaga, for wall to wall gay men and couples. I took my clueless friend Bruce there when he was visiting, and he still didn't figure it out.
The rest of the list, with uncensored photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.