There are other restaurant rating sites for Bikers, however this site is based on tried and true first hand experiences. As for the other rating sites, the more the merrier, as one site couldn’t possibly cover all the restaurants around the country. If there’s overlap, remember, everyone’s perception (and meal) is different.
When I go on rides, with my SO’s Club, or the women’s Women on Wheels riding club, or with the Guilty Girlz RC , in one way or another, we end up at a restaurant, a bar or both. Bikers get hungry and thirsty, and there’s more of us in this condition every day. You would think that those black leathers and boots would be more acceptable everywhere, especially since Wild Hogs. Wrong. We still get the stares, the back seats and rushed service at some clueless eateries and not everyone is “biker friendly”, especially when they (customers and proprietors) are leery of their “Biker Clientele.” Some things never change.
The media has screwed up the Biker image – remember the TV Series Sons of Anarchy. I can go into a restaurant restroom wearing the Club vest and women actually part the way for me to go in front of them. They either respect the “colors” (I doubt that), afraid of me (perhaps) or want me out of there to talk about me (probably true). It’s funny, I just smile and take my time washing my hands combing my hair, and answer those that dare ask, questions.
Speaking of questions, I was reading a post on another forum; a newbie Honda rider was questioning the intellect of some of his fellow riders versus the “Biker Gangs” in the area and the fact that both groups wear vests in public places. (A family restaurant for example.) After all he was a avid Son of Anarchy viewer and he did not want to be associated with any Biker image that he believed true, especially the the biker types portrayed on TV. Because, in his own words, he wasn’t a “bad ass” or a bad guy. (He is however guilty of Biker Syndrome.) I pictured him riding his Honda wearing shorts and sandals stopping for Ice Cream with his biker buddies. (By the way there is nothing wrong with an Ice Cream run, we do it all the time.) But like I said it’s all a matter of perception.
But this site isn’t about attitude or clothes or motorcycles, it’s about restaurants. I should mention this site was inspired this past February by Perkins: I haven’t been back to a Perkins since. And the story starts like this…
Destination North Carolina from Maryland by way of Michigan. We never do anything easy. On February 18, 2011, my husband and I stopped at a Perkins family restaurant in Cranberry Township, PA for lunch. It was 2:30p.m. We had been on the road for several hours leaving Michigan that morning heading to Maryland for a Biker meet and some R&R. We were both famished and didn’t have time to linger at a restaurant other than to stop at a Denny’s or a Perkins. We choose this Perkins because it was located by a gas stop we had made.
The Cranberry Township Perkins had an empty parking lot: so we thought, no crowd, so the service would be fast and we would be on our way shortly. It never dawned on us that being the only customer in the parking lot is not a good sign no matter what time it is. (As for Bike parking, there’s plenty of room. Easy in, easy out, all paved, free of debris).
Inside we noticed the seating was the normal booths for a parties of four and very few stand-alone tables. The dining area was arranged in such a way that it would be impossible to seat a very large group of riders together. That may or may not be a concern depends on the group. Our first impression started in the Perkins lobby….it was downhill from there. (Continued under Restaurant Reviews Perkins Pa.)