Daily Nebraskan
Thursday, April 30, 1987
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By Chris h
The Zesto was one block that
way. King's was three blocks
the other way. When I was
between the ages of 5 and 10, these
two chain restaurants in Columbus
pretty much defined the borders of
my world.
These days, Columbus is a fast
food patch. There's a pre fab fran
chise squatting on literally every
block along Highway 30 and High
way 81. Columbus is an industrial
town, but you don't ever smell the
residue from theBehlen's orBecton
Dickenson plants on the outskirts
of town. It's not that the pollution
isn't there, it's just drowned out by
the smell of frying grease.
It was different when my family
moved there in 1966. Then, you
could literally count the fast-food
joints on one hand. There was Dairy
Queen, A & W, King's and the Zesto.
King's and the Zesto had influen
ces on my development so deep that
they're hard to gauge now. certainly
my memories of these two estab
lishments are clearer than any mem
ories of elementary school.
When Mom worked late, Dad
would take me to King's for dinner;
when Dad was out of town Mom and
I would go there for lunch. This was
what the yuppies call "quality time"
with parents. At King's Mom and
Dad and I were as close as we ever
let ourselves get.
By the time I was 6 or 7 I was
begging Mom and Dad to let me use
the nifty telephones that you ordered
on. And they let me order for the
whole family. My first taste of social
responsibility.
But the Zesto was private. Par
ents were not allowed. The Zesto
was for me and my friends, before I
even started school I was begging
dimes for ice cream cones. I always
got a twist, chocolate and vanilla
mysteriously swirled together.
Later on, after I was old enough
to take care of myself for a couple of
hours, my folks would give me a
couple of bucks if they were going
out to dinner, and I could go to the
Zesto and order any meal I wanted.
I'd study the menu for 10 to 15 min
utes, mentally adding up how I
could get full value out of every
penny.
All gone now, of course. The
Zesto has been purged. I think
there's a drive-thru bank there
now. Echoes of King's still remain.
Last time I went home somebody
was still operating a restaurant with
the King's atmosphere and much of
the King's menu preserved, but it's
called something else now.
I've lived in Lincoln for three
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