This is the story of our lives, and the drama surrounding our restaurant and bar. We spent years engrossed in laying the groundwork, which led to our ambition getting off the ground.
We opened Bob’s Gridiron Grille and the Pigskin Pub in Lincoln, Nebraska, known worldwide as Cornhusker country. Totally convinced my one-of-a-kind collection of Nebraska football memorabilia would be a draw, I was dead wrong.
This is not a how-to-book. How could it be? We failed. We’re not qualified to tell anybody anything, other than what we experienced.
Bob is a dreamer. So was his father before him. Susan, his wife, has been his love and partner for forty-six years.
Bob’s dad was a coach and a school principal, and by the time Bob was twelve, they had lived in fourteen places, in three states. His mom was an alcoholic.
“Closing a restaurant and bar is never an easy thing to do. Telling people who have worked so hard for you they no longer have jobs was one of the most difficult things we ever had to do.” Page 4
“I should have listened to Susan, who was supportive, though skeptical. More than once she pointed out, ‘a restaurant involves hard work, long hours, employee problems, customer complaints, health inspections, and government regulations,’ but I wasn’t hearing her.” Page160
“My father told his players, ‘Fellas, the game of football is like the game of life. You’re going to get knocked down. The key is to get back up, and try harder the next time. Now go out there, and play your hearts out until the clock runs out!’” Page 313