House of Roy was a Cantonese Chinese restaurant in Boston, Massachusetts in the 1970s, a favorite of MIT students and others. Rick and his MIT cohorts, particularly from MIT’s MacGregor House B-entry (Marc Blank, Joel Berez, Mike Dornbrook, Mike Riley, and others) visited the House of Roy weekly starting in 1972.
There were two primary ways we ventured from MIT to the House of Roy at 12a Tyler Street in east Boston. Mostly, we went on the T, Boston’s subway system. We walked across the MIT campus to Kendall Square, which at the time was at the border between the east campus of MIT and the slums of East Cambridge. We took the Red Line from Kendall Square to Washington Street (now called Downtown Crossing) and then switched to the Orange Line. (One of the denizens at Washington Street came up me and my MIT friends in the T station and interjected a famed phrase, “zip, zap, zoop”.) At other times, we arrived by car, whether Joel Berez’s or others.
The House of Roy was a weekly staple of this MIT crowd on weekends. (Note that the MIT dining system in this time and era did not serve food to students on weekends!) Check out an advert by House of Roy on page 4 of the 13 November 1959 edition of The Tech! Wow! I started eating at House of Roy around 1972!
The usual question once we sat down (and we rarely needed to glance at the menu) was: “n or n minus 1?” To translate: do we want to order main course dishes for everyone, or one less?
House of Roy was located on Tyler Street, not far from the infamous (in its time) Combat Zone in downtown Boston. Boston in the 1970s designated some areas as its red light district, for prostitutes and others, and it was called the Combat Zone.
Since many of our memories of House of Roy are just that, only memories, here are some other memories of House of Roy to help us out here:
- http://criticalpalate.blogspot.com/2008/03/house-of-roymmmm-special.html
- http://www.nesfa.org/History/HouseOfRoy.htm
All that said, this seems to only be a first step in the door to this history. Looking forward to more!
– Rick
Thanks for the link to my entry on the House of Roy. Ahhhh, memories.
Eric
Criticalpalate.com
My memories go back to Tufts medical school days in the mid-60’s…we’d sometimes get takeout and bring it back to the hospital to warm it up in the autoclave that was supposed to be used to sterilize instruments…House of Roy seems real to this day to me, not a memory
I was at the Institute in the early ’60s and hung out at the Sailing Pavilion – we would go to Chinatown most every Sunday night, what ever night that was and House of Roy was a favorite of ours. When we would sit down all utensils except for serving spoons would be removed in favor of chopsticks. Sometimes we would just tell the server the initials of the dishes and we got the right stuff. We liked their lobster sauce but the the things they put in it, so we would just order Lobster Sauce – wonderful on rice (-: Ah the memories.
I used to eat at Roy’s in the 50s. One time I attended with another student that worked with Chinese students. They deferred to him and he was the first to receive the plates from the kitchen. He rapidly scooped out all the meat from the plate and then passed it on. When I received the plate, there was no or very little meat.
I suggested that if we were going to split the bill, we should each get a chance to receive the plate first. He agreed, and I received the last plate first. It was the vegetable dish.
I never ate with him again.
I went House of Roy many times between 1958 and1961. He had two waiters and I used to know there names but time has dimmed the memory.
My fraternity brothers and I would also split the bill but there were several of our members who had to buy there own because of the speed with which they ate huge quantities.
Roy’s was a great place. If you didn’t have cash Roy would write it on a slip and you could pay when you got some cash. Great memories.
My sister used to take me to the House of Roy in the early 60’s. She knew the owner. We always got beef and pea pods, pork fried rice, won ton soup, and something else. The owner taught me to use chop sticks. After dinner a plate was put on the table with the bill and a Yummy treat covered with sesame seeds.
When we asked other folks in Chinese restaurants as far as Framingham if they’d ever been there, we were delighted to hear the House of Roy was their go to restaurant.
Sadly, Boston is no longer what it was. 15 years ago I took my grandson by train to experience where I’d grown up, and found it dirty, filled with unwelcoming stores, and unfriendly people. What a disappointment.