Located SOMEWHERE in Frenchtown (I was just trying to get away from New York) I just stopped here for gas and thought… “What a Great Peaceful Town”… The beginning 1/1/11 We Proudly Present
BIG BLUE’S RIBS Soon to be Famous (or not) Here’s how the Saga began…
I think the day was January 1, 2011. It was cold and snowing as I crossed into Michigan via 280 or 75— couldn’t figure it out! I was low on gas so I stopped for gas in a place called Frenchtown. Having no money, I called my son somewhere in northern Michigan. My son showed up in his old pick up truck with his hound dog, Blue. “Dad”, he says “Don't leave! Let’s open a restaurant HERE! We all miss you!” Having a slight case (Ok, maybe a large case) of Oldtimers, I said “Yes” to his idea. Not sure what was going on, I called my GREAAAT aunt and said “I’m in Michigan & I’m not leaving!” She asked me, “Why are you here? Have you gone insane?” “Not sure” I replied. Then it started to come back to me... Wow, I’m in Michigan! I was born here. Why did I ever leave? Oh, That’s right, I was a cook doing a breakfast for some mayor’s office and got fired (the mayor said the food sucked). I got in my car with my chefs hat & left town. Wow! That was 30 years ago (Or was it 300, no, it was 30). Whatever! The fog started to lift. My son says to me, “Dad, we have been very worried about you. You disappeared 30 years ago. You have 8 brothers and sisters here, 5 grandkids and maybe more on the way. Dad, what happened?” “I’m not sure son, I just remember working a lot of hours... Something happened and I found myself in New York cooking. All I know is, I had to leave. So I got in my car and here I am!” So the saga begins here in Frenchtown, Michigan, 2011. The last thing I remember I was in Livonia Michigan 1979. BIG BLUE’S RIBS and MORE was established at the family reunion shortly held after they found me here in Frenchtown. Thanks to the Syrocki’s, MH.Law, S.H. Psychiatric, the old pick-up truck & the hound dog Blue. Dad: “Jamey, do you think anybody will loan us money?” Jamey: “I’m not sure Dad, ask your brother Matt & Aunt Margie.” Dad: “Are you sure son? A restaurant???” Jamey: “Yes, Dad.” Dad: “OK. How about BIG BLUE’S?” Jamey: “Dad, what’s our food going to be? Dad: “I don’t know son. Let’s just make it good! And if they like it, we might be able to pay the loans back. Ok, son? You Call your Brother “Jeff” and I’ll call your Sister “Mariah” Now, Let’s GET TO WORK!”
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