For those of you who didn't get to experience Mom's, here are my fond memories of the place.
If my memory is fuzzy, pls feel free to add to or revise this.
Basically, it was a group of elderly ladies who would cook home-style meals for whomever knew how to find their place. "Mom" would sit in her living-room chair with a money pouch in her lap to collect the $3 or so that she charged at the time, while her friends cooked and served. If you wanted, you could sit and watch TV with her after your meal.
It was a small wood-framed house in Bryan with no discernable signage - just another house to anyone passing by unless you knew to go there. So really, the only way you'd know it existed was to have a friend take you there the first time, which made it that much more unique.
After saying hello to Mom, you would be seated with others already there, and they would pass the plates of food to you; no different than showing up at your own grandmother's house. You never ordered; you simply ate what they cooked that night.
I'll never forget bringing by buddy there for his first time, and his reaction when one of the ladies (the grumpy one, for those of you who knew them) came up from behind him and SLAMMED a flyswatter down on the table about six inches from his arm. It rattled the plates.
She mumbled something about "those dam# flys" and walked off. He was left choking on the ice he had just swallowed from the surprise attack.
We laugh about that visit to this day...good times.
[This message has been edited by Moto Ag (edited 6/28/2011 3:35p).]
If my memory is fuzzy, pls feel free to add to or revise this.
Basically, it was a group of elderly ladies who would cook home-style meals for whomever knew how to find their place. "Mom" would sit in her living-room chair with a money pouch in her lap to collect the $3 or so that she charged at the time, while her friends cooked and served. If you wanted, you could sit and watch TV with her after your meal.
It was a small wood-framed house in Bryan with no discernable signage - just another house to anyone passing by unless you knew to go there. So really, the only way you'd know it existed was to have a friend take you there the first time, which made it that much more unique.
After saying hello to Mom, you would be seated with others already there, and they would pass the plates of food to you; no different than showing up at your own grandmother's house. You never ordered; you simply ate what they cooked that night.
I'll never forget bringing by buddy there for his first time, and his reaction when one of the ladies (the grumpy one, for those of you who knew them) came up from behind him and SLAMMED a flyswatter down on the table about six inches from his arm. It rattled the plates.
She mumbled something about "those dam# flys" and walked off. He was left choking on the ice he had just swallowed from the surprise attack.
We laugh about that visit to this day...good times.
[This message has been edited by Moto Ag (edited 6/28/2011 3:35p).]