In 1978, my partner in the hot dog stand and I were involved in the long and bitter process of parting ways. I was young and broke, and I needed a substantial amount of money to buy my partner out. Without the needed funds, my partner would be buying me out.. and I just could not let that happen.
Rich Grinstead lived in Minneapolis. Rich was a navigator for Northwest Airlines and working his way up to become a pilot for the airlines. I had been introduced to Rich by my best friend who also was in Minneapolis at the time and a neighbor of Rich’s and his wife. Rich and I just hit it off… he was a great guy and loads of fun. Whenever he was in Portland we would get together. On one of his trips, I told Rich about my situation regarding my partnership. Upon hearing my story, Rich simply said” I’ll loan you the money.”
I was taken back, here was a guy whom I had known less than 2 years and he just offered to loan me the money. No one else, including family members, had even offered to help in any way. Rich was not worried about coilateral or even a signed note….. Pure trust! Rich loaned me the money and I insisted on giving him a note that he did not want to take. Said he didn’t need it.
Without Rich Grinstead there would be no Roake’s. It is a debt that can not ever be fully repaid. One winter night in 1979, on an icy Minneapolis highway, Rich Grinstead was killed in an auto accident.
Rich loved funky little eating places. In fact, he sought them out wherever he went. Hamburgers were his favorite and he never forgot where the best ones were served……………………………….
We have a burger on our menu named in honor of Rich Grinstead, it is one that he loved to eat when he came to Roake’s . . .THE RICH BOY