I
remember when Howard first showed me this
photo, which he took of the Farmer's Market on
Midway Drive in 1946. I recognized it
immediately, from when I lived in the Navy
housing by the Loma Theater in 1950. I'm not
sure when they tore down the Farmer's Market,
but I call your attention to the restaurant on
the right. Recognize it? It also is long-gone,
but some of the burger places it generated are
still around.
Is
the restaurant in the Rozelle photo the Boll
Weevil? -- Jeanne
Tenneson Panell '69
Is that the original Cotton Patch Restaurant
on Midway? Julie
Eskew Daniel ‘64
The restaurant in your picture, on Midway
Drive, was the old Cotton Patch, which
generated the Boll Weevil Hamburger
restaurants. I believe after the Farmers
Market was torn down, they built Frontier
Lanes Bowling Alley in that spot -- Susan
Cone Milow '68
The restaurant to the right was, I think,
the Cotton Patch -- or something like that.
It was the precursor to today's Boll Weevil
hamburger joints. My dad Harold, loved BOTH
of those places. Thanks for the memories --
Stan
Faulwetter '72
The restaurant on Midway Drive is, of course
The Cotton Patch. I remember my folks going
there way back and then the Boll Weevil
opening up to use the left over prime ribs
and steaks on great burgers. As a matter of
fact, our Boll Weevil off of Morena Ave. is
now renamed The Cotton Patch. We haven't had
a chance to go there yet, but we noticed the
changed signs -- Jeri
McGuire Gutowski 65
The picture is of the Cotton Patch. The
Cotton Patch was THE place to go before the"
Prom" or "Formal Dance", when we had those
beautiful corsages on our arms, and the guys
had carnation boutonnieres. A place that is
forever etched in my teenage memory of
embarrassing moments. Why you may ask? I'll
tell you. As we stood up to leave, I knocked
the table over. Between the hoop skirt under
my formal, and fact that I hadn't backed up
the large Captain chair I was sitting in far
enough. The burger place was of course, the
Boll weevil. The owner of the Cotton Patch
(according to my Father), thought it was a
waste to throw away the remaining meat,
after they hand cut their Prime Rib steaks,
so he ground up the meat and made hamburgers
and opened up the first boll weevil next
door to the Cotton Patch -- Pam
Burroughs ‘63
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