A good while back a Blind Pig reader contacted me by email. He’s been a reader for several years and has been a guest post writer as well. Perhaps you remember one of his guest posts or seeing his name in the comments-David Templeton?
David is looking for information about something from his childhood-we’re hoping you might be able to help him. Here, in David’s own words is what he is looking for:
It would have been 1955 or early 1956. Dad had no particular skills and took work wherever he could find enough pay to raise seven kids. By the time he reached his fifties, he was tired of working for the Man and dreamed about having his own business. Mom, who had worked mostly at waitressing, after wartime defense plant jobs, wished she could have a restaurant of her own to run the way she knew would make money.There was one available restaurant along Highway 11W near Kingsport, and it could be had on contract and relatively small payments. It wasn’t the best situation, no steamtable and not very well equipped otherwise; but it had a good location on a main highway.Before making a commitment to a less than perfect situation, they decided to look all around the area for other restaurant opportunities. Their search turned up one that sounded good but it was a little far off from where we lived.I remember it took us quite a while to travel to it and it seems it was over in North Carolina. It was along a fairly flat stretch of highway and as we approached it, we could see that it had a huge “coffee pot ” atop the restaurant. Somehow, however, the deal didn’t go through and Mom and Dad eventually opened “Dave’s 11W Cafe” near Church Hill, Tennessee in 1956.The coffeepot restaurant had become a kind of a roadside attraction not unlike many such devices to be seen along the highways and byways of pre-Interstate America. Back then, there were Paul Bunyan with Babe, there were giant dinosaurs; there was a giant catsup bottle at Collinsville, Illinois; a motel where the cabins were all big wigwams (it’s still there, over on US 31 near Cave City, Kentucky).Most such attractions are gone now, including the restaurant with the big coffee pot atop. But my interest now lies in trying to recollect just where the coffeepot restaurant was located. I am hoping that some Blind Pig and the Acorn reader will remember the coffeepot restaurant so I can stop wandering.
I wasn’t around in those days, but I have asked several folks who I thought might remember the coffee pot restaurant-all to no avail. David and I are hoping one of you remember it. Please leave a comment if you do or you can email me at [email protected]