In honor of this week’s feature story on Cleveland foodies’ all-time favorite flavors, we bring you the recollections of our ever-ravenous staff. In this installment: Maude Campbell …
I pretty much dismissed the most popular fast-food burger place on the planet by the time I was in fourth grade. Cholesterol had not yet become a daily household concern so that wasn’t it. You see, my grade-school palate had become accustomed to a more grown-up cheeseburger experience.
While my peers squealed delightedly when a trip to the then take-out only Golden Arches was announced; a smallish patty topped with not-really-melted cheese, a lopsided squirt of ketchup, two pickles set askew, and a sprinkle of tiny-diced onion didn’t work for me. A cheeseburger to me, was a dine-in affair at the Whip.
This article appears in Nov 23-29, 2011.
A taste of the Whip’ was always one of my favorite villian sayings…’what you need boy, is a taste of the whip’ I wonder if kids back then stayed out for fear they would get a taste of the whip, maybe back in the kitchen some where by a big cook with a bloody apron and a whip like Victoria Barlkey used on Big Valley.