It was too far for me to walk right to the restaurant from school. And there was no real public transportation, so I was always looking for someone to take me. Sometimes my Father would come home, we would eat dinner, and he would take me back with him.
We were in a working-class neighborhood so we had a ton of regulars. The restaurant was situated on a road between downtown Oklahoma City and the University of Oklahoma, so a lot of people stopped to pick up barbecue on their way to tailgate at a football game. It was more of a lunch place than a dinner place, especially during the week. My Mother could remember everyone’s name and was kind of the life of the party.
The early achievement that sticks out in my mind the most was on Saturdays when I went in, I’d often make biscuits from scratch for everyone, the staff. We usually made a breakfast those weekends. I learned fairly early how to make really great biscuits and there was only one other person on staff who could really compete. So we’d have these sort of biscuit-offs. Sometimes I’d win, sometimes him.