Lost Signs

Broasted Chicken....and BEER.
Originally uploaded by EdnPHX.

Mmmm…. Broasted chicken. Actually, I don’t think I’ve had broasted chicken. I assume it’s between broiled and roasted. Either case, this sign caught my eye on a trip that Tim and I took today. We explored the Superstition Mountains, Canyon Lake, and the hokey little Goldmine (tourist trap) Town on the way. There were beautiful views of the mountains on our trip, as well as the plethora of tourists at Tortilla Flat and that hokey tourist trap town.

Tim likes to take pictures…lots of pictures. In fact, if I didn’t know any better I would guess his mother’s maiden name is Kodak, Canon, or even Fuji. The guy LOVES to take pictures. We’ll be driving along and he’ll be snapping away pictures at 75mph through the tinted windows of my TL. I’m always amazed at the fact that the pictures do actually come out. Finally I told Tim that “Maybe the pictures would come out better if you took them not through the window and with the car going near 80mph.” Tim looked at me and agreed. So now the window is rolled down and I’m asked to stop when ever there’s something worth taking pictures of. Needless to say my brakes are getting a workout. I don’t mind though. He’s totally enjoying it and he’s pointing out things that I never even noticed here in Arizona. The only problem is my camera is a total piece of shit.

My camera, a Sony Cybershot, is a good camera, actually. It’s taken some very good pictures in it’s time (And I mean VERY good pictures…wink wink). Unfortunately, it likes to eat batteries like an alcoholic drinks liquor. I could of bought a new camera with all the money I spent buying it batteries. I think it’s got to do something with when I dropped the darn thing. Now it’s pissed off at me and does nothing but eat batteries. Needless to say, a new digital camera is on the list of things to buy….in the near future.

The only thing that I absolutely HAD to take a picture of was this sign. I have this thing for old signage. There’s nothing like an authentic sign to remind us of yesteryear. And the fact that I never saw the word “Broasted”. Maybe it’s the Midwest in me, but chicken was never broasted. I though to myself, this HAS to be a made up word. But to my surprise it IS actually a word…and in the dictionary, even.

Unfortunately, the place was shut down….and for a number of years it looked like. So, I was not able to try their infamous Broasted Chicken. Damn. Maybe it was lack of business, the bird flu, or even, the elusive Lost Dutchman. Who knows. But, you have to admit…they had an awesome sign.