Though I have very little modern equipment on my layout, I may have to look for one of these, for nostalgic and personal history reasons. You see, I grew up in Quincy, MA, home of Howard Johnson's, and have learned, and been part of, the company's history over the years.
Set the way-back machine.
Young Howard Johnson was selling newspapers outside of the Wollaston train station, when in the colder weather he got the idea to sell hot coffee to the folks who were about to wait on the exposed platforms for their train into Boston.
Young Mr. Johnson turned this into a brick-and-mortar business when he got a little older, opening a small pharmacy/soda fountain across from the station. But it was not just the commuters of this city just south of Boston that set Howard onto bigger things, but the stodgy moral authority of Boston's city government itself.
Howard Johnsons had just successfully opened a second location, this time a sit-down restaurant near Wollaston Beach, when there was much uproar coming from the big city and their shutting down of Eugene O'Neill's play, Strange Interlude. After being "banned in Boston" the producers found a suitable theater just south, The Strand, in Quincy Center. Well, with all of the publicity surrounding the play, plus it being 5 hours long, with a dinner break, Howard secured a location in the ground level of the Granite Bank building just across the street. It opened in time to capture the guaranteed nightly dinner crowd.
The expansion idea had taken hold in Howard Johnson's heart. Although slowed by the great depression, he looked at transportation and destination routes to establish franchises. Orleans MA, on Cape Cod, was an early site, and when the states began to sell direct-access space off of their newly constructed turnpikes, Howard Johnson was well positioned to secure the rights, have a production system in place, and build the orange roof havens for early highway travelers. By the start of World War II, there were over 200 Howard Johnson's nationwide. In the postwar years, no other company was positioned as well to build in these areas and further develop the icon of the expanding federal highway system.
I went to grade school right behind the Howard Johnson's food processing center. Part of the land was donated to St. Ann's church, so they could open this school, and the company even built us a recreation building with bowling alley, and swimming pool! The smells were quite distinctive blowing from the factory across the playground (a paved lot, who needed anything more?) and none is more memorable than the days they must have be running pickled relish. To this day, the smell of relish takes me back to that place and time.
Oh yah, I need one of these. I'll look around the next NETCA show to see if they're on any tables.
Tim