The two sides of Chow, Baby’s family could not be more different. Dad’s side is all Texas — his parents survived the Depression in Aubrey and have never really come to terms with the fact that it’s over. Mom’s side is from London — tea-sipping, museum-going types.
Dining out with either side really brings home that difference. My paternal grandfather called me a few weeks ago and told me that we were having “supper,” which they usually eat at 4 p.m., at Vance Godbey’s (8601 Jacksboro Hwy). He assured me that the place was “even better than Furr’s Cafeteria,” his and my grandmother’s usual haunt.
I’d never been to Vance Godbey’s, but I’d heard it was once the place to see and be seen in this town. My aunt, who revealed that she was once a model for a coiffure show there, told me the restaurant in the converted house was so popular at one point in the ’60s and ’70s that cars spilled over from its parking lot to fill the roadsides for miles. Now it’s open only on Sundays and for catering events.