Showing posts with label vintage drive-in. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vintage drive-in. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Chow Time: Charcoaler Drive-In Restaurant

One time I went to a holiday party and joined in a conversation where a key player was delighting everyone with his impression of Paul Lynde.  His was exceptionally good, considering the fact that Paul Lynde, already a flamboyant caricature of himself, is universally quite easy to impersonate.  As the evening wore on and guests circulated, said impressionist continued to insinuate himself into conversations, employing the same Center Square schtick.  Naturally, my threshold for Uncle Arthur began to be seriously challenged.  Pushed to the limit with every head-wagging innuendo, I got the feeling that even Mr. Lynde himself would have said, "The sincerest form of flattery is keeping your trap shut."  Right before reaching the breaking point, I realized that this imitation went beyond a mere party trick.  It was much more even than a social crutch.  Impersonating Paul Lynde was this guy's thing.  When someone finds a harmless activity/behavior that he does so well that it becomes his thing, who am I to stand in his way?  Such is the case with Charcoaler Drive-In.

Charcoaler Drive-In Restaurant (1961) - El Paso, TX

Charcoaler Drive-In perfected its "thing" in 1961 and has been exercising its right bring that to the party ever since.  And unlike the "Lynde-inator," Charcoaler's familiar performance does not grow wearisome over time.  So, not only will I avoid standing in the way, I will instead prepare the way for Charcoaler by singing its savory praises.

While Charcoaler continues to refer to itself as a "drive-in," my assumption is that the traditional drive-in formula gave way to the drive-thru format quite some time ago.  The set-up at Charcoaler is conventional enough; guests arrive at a wonderfully-succinct, drive-up menu board and place their orders through a speaker box.  

But, oh, what a speaker box!

Pulling through to a window where money is exchanged, guests can anxiously watch the preparation of their orders.  Moments later the food is delivered with friendly utility.

The beautifully-preserved kitchen

Okay, so the whole encounter smacks of McDonald's, Taco Bell, Wendy's, et al.  But it isn't.  The mood, the history, and the unflawed atmosphere set Charcoaler worlds apart.  Even I, however, when reviewing photos of Charcoaler Drive-In, find the structure and the food-delivery method all rather unprepossessing.  The fact is, even the best photographer would consider it a challenge to capture the texture and intact character of an original mid-century drive-in with a mouthful of charbroiled burger and fingers dripping with the house-made barbecue sauce.

...and stars in his eyes from the perfect line drawings printed on every Charcoaler Drive-In bag.
It is impossible for me to express in mere words how much I love unaltered, character-driven packaging. 

"Who cares?  Let's eat!"
Completely unimpressed with the illustrations,
he was wasting no time on wrappers.

Like most food of its kind, Charcoaler's emphasis is on urgency and flavor rather than unerring presentation.
But how can you lose when everything is grilled over honest-to-goodness charcoal and wrapped in those
glorious wax-paper sleeves?!!

Reason enough to go, the food at Charcoaler is whiz bang - a solid three-steps up from the ubiquitous, regional chain restaurants that crowd the surrounding neighborhood.  The best reason to patronize Charcoaler Drive-In, however, is that it is everything it needs to be...and nothing else.  Unconcerned with the flux of the fad-driven, contemporary American diet, Charcoaler Drive-In's menu holds fast to classic drive-in fare (with a few minor additions over time to satisfy every palate).

The simple, flat-roofed buildings that surround the acre of verdant picnic lawn are quintessential, mid-century perfection, unadulterated by questionable color schemes or third-generation (mis)understandings of what patrons expect from a "retro" dining establishment.  Betty Boop is welcome to sup here but her visage has no place on the walls or windows.

And then there's that sign!

Charcoaler Drive-In by day and by night
 If you follow us on Instagram or read our last post, you know that we are suckers for signage;
the sign at Charcoaler leaves our mouths watering both figuratively and literally.
(Source)

Clearly, Charcoaler Drive-In is in no need of redecorating which means that drive-in diners can enjoy the true "essence" of a lovingly-preserved establishment without the "ticky tacky" presence of Mr. Lynde.

Paul Lynde on The Dean Martin Show (1970)

If you find yourself in West Texas, southern New Mexico, or anywhere in the Western Hemisphere, then haul your buns to Charcoaler Drive-In; they'll have your burger waiting!  

Charcoaler Drive-In
5837 N Mesa
El Paso, TX
(915)581-0660

charcoalerdrivein.com


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny


Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Chow Time: Hi-D-Ho Drive-In

Folks, here's a story 'bout Hi-D-Ho Drive-In; 
For three-and-sixty it's been jivin'.
The atmosphere is a little bit stale,
But Hi-D's got a heart as big as a whale.

Hi-D-Ho Drive-In (1952) - Alamogordo, New Mexico

Not all drive-in restaurants live up to the romantic ideal set forth by American Graffiti, or Moon Over Miami, or one of many such examples of Hollywood hokum.  The carhops at Hi-D-Ho may no longer don roller skates.  There may no longer be (nor have ever been) a welcome jingle sung by sisters in western wear.  But in a time when even small towns like Alamogordo, NM are being overrun with every fast food chain imaginable, there is one huge thing to be said for the original Hi-D-Ho Drive-In...

It's open!!!

Thankfully, Hi-D-Ho Drive-In suffers not from Route 66-ization Syndrome (likenesses of Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, and Elvis plastered over every available surface).  Rather, it suffers from a bit of an identity crisis, vacillating between wanting to maintain retro credibility and trying to be competitively "now-tro."  At 63 years old, Hi-D-Ho has a similar look to those people one encounters whose ages are difficult to determine because they have chosen to battle mortality by undergoing a questionable series of dubious cosmetic procedures.  Hi-D-Ho doesn't look young exactly; neither does it quite look like a specimen of natural aging.  In a way, I suppose this makes the whole place as ageless as its ketchup & mustard color scheme!

For diners too uncoordinated to eat within the confines of their Ford Fiestas, a covered patio
offers yellow-laminated, bent-wood seating set against a cinder block wall of Heinz-57 red.

Road-food aficionados will be glad to know that drive-in protocol is strictly observed; a quick flash of the headlights beckons a smiling carhop ready to take your order.  If I could leave one critique for Alamogordo's oldest drive-in, I would love to encourage the servers to greet each new carful of customers with a, "Hi-D-Ho!"  It only makes sense.

"Hi-D-Ho!!!"  See, it's fun!
I'm not so sure that my brand of cornball 
enthusiasm was winning me any friends that day. 

Hi-D-Ho's menu consists of fairly-standard drive-in fare with some regional favorites (tamales with fried eggs) thrown in for good measure.  When one finds oneself at the "Home of the Tiger Burger," however, one must insist that at least one brave soul in the car is willing to catch that Tiger Burger by the tail.

All of the food at Hi-D-Ho is fresh/never frozen.  Signage indicates to diners that they must
practice patience as everything is cooked to order.  After hours of driving, we were especially
hungry but the order came well before the snarling fits of "hanger" set in.  Our check included
fries, a BLT, and the Tiger Burger (a double-cheeseburger by any other name...).

Should we find ourselves in the friendly embrace of southern New Mexico again, we would gladly return to Alamogordo's hometown hero.  Hi-D-Ho may not satisfy all of our nostalgic longings, but its guileless charm and decades of stick-to-itiveness were more than enough to sate both our stomachs and our wacky tacky souls.

And 9-out-of-10 frowzy-haired, wild-eyed kids agree that you can keep
your hot-n-ready "Pizza! Pizza!"  We'll choose to "kick the gong around"
with Hi-D-Ho everytime!

From the white sands of Alamogordo, in the luxury of "a diamond car with platinum wheels," the Messrs. Tiny and Calloway send their regards with a "Hi-D, Hi-D-Ho!"

"Hi-De-Ho" - Cab Calloway


Hi-D-Ho Drive-In
414 White Sands Blvd
Alamogordo, NM
(575)437-6400


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny