In the 80s my grandpa and I would drive from Los Angeles CA to Fort Worth Texas. We did this almost every summer. Off the 10 freeway the first thing you see is the sign for Stuckeys. Big, yellow and red sign. With a picture of some perfectly cooked eggs and bacon. "5 more miles to Stuckeys". There were many Stuckeys back then along that fwy. I became a bit obsessed and asked my grandpa to stop at almost every one we came across during those 3 day trips. We both would yell "Stuckeys!", stop and eat. Your French toast... Read more
In the 80s my grandpa and I would drive from Los Angeles CA to Fort Worth Texas. We did this almost every summer. Off the 10 freeway the first thing you see is the sign for Stuckeys. Big, yellow and red sign. With a picture of some perfectly cooked eggs and bacon. "5 more miles to Stuckeys". There were many Stuckeys back then along that fwy. I became a bit obsessed and asked my grandpa to stop at almost every one we came across during those 3 day trips. We both would yell "Stuckeys!", stop and eat. Your French toast back then was SO good. It was my go to meal for every meal. After eating we would brouse the gift shop and grandpa always made sure I left with something. Usually a small piece of candy or a snack for the road. He knew how much I liked Stuckeys and stopped whenever I asked. These are some of the best memories I have of my grandpa, whom I still miss dearly. Thank you for the memories Stuckeys. I hope to have your French Toast again someday.... Collapse