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I grew up with Runza. The intersection if Park Blvd /Van Dorn...I do believe it was the first Runza in Lincoln, NE. I remember the little white shack. They would pop open the windows with a stick. Drive up the gravel road, get out, walk up to the window place you're order. Wait on the hood of you're car for the food.... you also ate it on the hood of the car . Footlong with rings and a Pepsi. Footlong came out in a white wrapper and you topped it you're self of course. The rings were always gone before anything else. This is a great childhood memory of mine. I was for sure I was dreaming the food was so wonderful. I keep the tradition going and take my kids too, not to the original of course it's in the middle of a busy intersection and we would get ran over, but believe me Runza is definitely worth it.