As soon as it looked like Sunday afternoon was going to be nice as it was, there was only one thing to do: drive to Keller’s at Northwest Highway and Abrams for a hamburger (or, in this case, the No. 5 special without tomato) and a beer, and then eat in the car.
Little has changed at Keller’s in the 20-some odd years I have been doing this on the appropriate Sunday afternoon. Many of the same women who wait on cars are still there, the food is as reliable as ever (though the French fries have never been very good), and the customers are much the same. Yesterday, there were a couple of middle-aged biker gangs, some older couples in their Buicks, young men with caps on backwards walking around their cars, and the ever-present line of pick-ups waiting to buy beer.
What was different — and a little scary — were the quality of the cars. When I pulled in, there was a Hummer next to me. It was replaced by a Range Rover. Surrounding my Honda were three Lexus SUVs. This is yet another testament to how much the neighborhood has changed, and that’s the scary part. That’s a nice piece of real estate, and I know that a drive-in is not the highest and best use for the land if one is a developer. Call me a Luddite, but Keller’s is a highest and best use.
