A place of Nirvana

A couple weeks ago, we traveled down the freeway which is, by the way, getting closer and closer to completion, each day. Hallelujah!  

The object of our adventure was to take Julie to lunch at the Brick Oven.  We met her in the parking lot, by the Hinckley building.  We were all smiles!  

Grandma & Julie in the Brick Oven

Grandpa & Julie

Julie's 1st visit to this place

"Fall colors at the end of summer?  No way!"

Grandma reviews a budget book, but Julie still knows where the camera is!

I guess now that Julie has been to the Brick Oven, she is officially a real college student, at least in my eyes.

In the mid-sixties, I discovered this place, but back then, it was called Heaps-a-Pizza. The inside was as bare as an empty warehouse, except for a bunch of tables, covered with red and white checkered Italian tablecloths. Wall decorations did not exist, nor did variety of food, but the pizza and root beer were great, as was the price.  

The oven sat in the middle of the room toward the back, and believe me it felt really good on a cold winter night when temps outside were freezing. 

Today, the layout is totally different, with extra rooms and decorations.  The food is still excellent, and college students, wanting a little extra money, serve it with both smiles and cheerful greetings.  

It does seem to me that the present day crowd is a little more diverse in age, as I see both families and also older folks as patrons, both groups probably with similar memories as myself.  Obviously going to this restaurant has become traditional for a lot of people.

One thing for sure it that irregardless of whether Julie ever goes again to the Brick Oven, she has found a place of Nirvana at BYU.  She will undoubtedly make both her own memories and traditions.