Saturday, March 07, 2009

Reservations Not Required

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The booths, tables, mahogany wall panel, and sconces are all vintage decor at this Brighams in Wollaston Center. The present owner, who was camera shy, has kept this gem polished for 31 years.

13 comments:

brattcat said...

A gem indeed. Is it normally empty this time of year or did you go in as the owner opened the door?

brattcat said...

Next time you're in Brattleboro the cheese is on me.

Jackie said...

A woderful reminder of a bygone era :o)
Jackie

Doreen said...

immaculate!

Who wouldn't love going to this restaurant?

slim said...

This picture was taken during a lull in business, Brattcat. I'll look forward to that cheddah ;-)

George Townboy said...

Looks beautiful. I always loved Brighams. We don't have them "down" here.

Viewtiful_Justin said...

It looks so quaint and lovely! I want to go have a bite.

marley said...

Very nice. I bet he has got through a lot of polish!

Life On Planet Patricia said...

You are certainly making me nostalgic. I remember when there was a Brighams in Davis Square, Porter Square, Harvard Square and Central Square. I used to go to the record store - yes, record store - in Porter Square and get a hot fudge sundae afterwards. Probably for 50 or 75 cents. Good stuff.

Meg said...

That would be probably be Deiter! His parents work there as well, and owned it when he was growing up. He went to elementary school at Wollaston with my mother. He is a bit grumpy, but his mom and dad are really cute.

Amy said...

This really makes me want to live in Boston... seriously. I mean, I re-read the comment before the (...) and it sounded sarcastic, but I'm being truthful.

martha said...

That's wonderful to see. I grew up in Whitman and my mother was born on Town Hill Road. Yes, my family are Finnish. Do Finns still live on Town Hill Road. I love seeing the photos of places I remember seeing as a child.

ldoherty said...

We love our Brigham's in Wollaston....where it all started for Brigham ice cream. My grandfather worked in the first shop in downtown Wollaston scooping vanilla. Bravo to the current shop owner -- thank you.