I took my wife and child to Knott’s Berry Farm last summer and told the wife we absolutely had to get a chicken dinner there.
It is sort of a “must do” at Knott’s. My momma took me and my brother when we were kids; we were very poor and it was a big deal.
The floor was super sticky and the walls smelled of old chicken grease. It was gross, and depressing to know that this was one of my sweetest memories of my childhood and of the effort my mom made to raise us.
Why are you making me so sad today?
If you had eaten there in the early months of 1942 my mother might have been your waitress. In those days, Mrs. Knott, the wife of the farm's founder Walter Knott, supervised the restaurant.
If you had eaten there in the 1950's, your chicken might have come from my uncle's ranch. Knott's Berry Farm was one of his customers.
The Knott family sold the farm to a Midwestern-based company years ago.
Knott’s Berry Farm is going to close the restaurant for a few months come next year for remodeling.