We live in a high-tech, instant gratification world. Everything we want to know is a mouse click away. Pull in, order and by the time we drive around, our super-sized artery blocker is ready and waiting. Well, I say, if you want to up your cholesterol count, you might as well wait for it and have a trip back in time while you do. No, I am not advocating the use of psychotropic mood enhancers but suggesting you take a minute and travel to the Frostop at 808 St. Mary st. and sample their nostalgic offerings.
In 1926, L.S. Harvey opened his first Frostop Root Beer stand in Springfield, Ohio. Word quickly spread about his creamy root beer and soon the Frosty Mug signs were popping up all over the country. Sure, the big fast food chains started to move in and take away some business, but there are those of us who are lucky to live in a town where a burger cooked to order and delicious root beer are only a short drive away.
One of the best deals in town for a starving student is the Loto-Burger combo: a nice sized burger, fries and one of their famous root beers all for under four bucks. Sip on your beverage while the nice ladies make your burger, toasting your bun on the grill while the fries cook to a crispy golden brown. It may take a few minutes, but it is well worth the wait. There is usually a copy of the newspaper lying around so you can feed your mind while you feed your face.
This is undoubtedly the best burger in town, seriously. From the first bite to the last, your taste buds are rewarded with a delight that, for this writer, brought me back to a simpler time. A time where all that mattered was family, the Brady Bunch and the love of a girl named Amber. Times do change: we move away, the Brady Bunch is relegated to late night TV land and Amber’s now a lesbian, not that there is anything wrong with that. It is good to know that places like the Frostop still exist. You owe it to yourself to check it out, tell them “D” sent you.