Found a food truck park in #Austin that has one of the old Bob’s Big Boy statues!
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Look at him. Just look at him! The childlike joy and wonder that I was filled with when I saw him at the store I can't even describe. Just a giant smile on my face in a very warm fuzzy feeling cuz I had to bring them home.
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Bob's Big Boy Jr. on Santa Monica Blvd. & Yale St. in Santa Monica in 1970. The view is looking west down SM Blvd.
Apparently what made it "Jr." was the fact that you ordered at the counter when you came in, and then the server brought the food to your table when it was ready. There was no difference in the menu, which was headlined by the Big Boy double deck burger, which they invented in 1939.
One of the ways the franchise appealed to kids was that they gave away little comic books, that featured the Big Boy character typically in some heroic light. With games and puzzles, too, it gave the kids something to do while waiting for the food. I also included a glamour shot of the dessert menu from the '70s-.80s, because it was legendary.
This Bob's was only about half a mile from where I grew up, and I ate here as often as I could talk my mom into it. It was also the first restaurant I'd seen with comment cards for patrons to describe their dining experience.
The structure itself was very cool, and likely designed by renowned local architectural firm Armet Davis, the kings of Googie architecture in Southern California restaurants and coffee shops.
Source: https://clickamericana.com/topics/food-drink/vintage-bobs-big-boy-restaurants
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Dr. Tenma from Astro Boy and Obake from Big Hero 6 are like.. so damn similar. Both are robotics geniuses, both have robot kids, both are… not great to said robot kids, both of them have the absolute worst mental health.. so anyhow I drew them having wine together like the dramatic bitches they are
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“So, how’d it go yesterday?”
It takes Jack a second to respond. Davey’s not much for words anymore, not when it comes to him, and Jack hasn’t had it in him to slap on a smile and stubbornly shoulder both sides of a conversation today. So, at first, he doesn’t realize that Davey’s talking to him.
But he is. He’s looking right at him expectantly, his head tilted in question.
Jack almost drops the pape he’s holding into the gutter.
“Uh. How’d what go?” he asks.
“You know, at Medda’s,” Davey says. “With Racetrack and Maggie.”
“Oh, um,” Jack blows out a long breath. “Fine. It, uh… It went fine.”
“Just fine?” Davey asks. “Because I was hoping it’d go a little better than fine.”
“Well, no one died,” Jack says. It’s not really a joke but it falls flat regardless. “So, there’s that.”
“But… but you’re good now, right?” Davey asks, and he’s thumbing through his remaining papes like he’s counting how many he’s got left, all casual like, but his voice is strange. Urgent, even. “You and Race and— Everything’s settled?”
Jack scuffs his toe against the pavement. “Settled as it’s gonna get, I guess.”
“Well, is it or isn’t it?” Davey presses.
“I dunno what’cha want me to say, Dave,” Jack says, fighting to hold onto his temper. It’s not Davey’s fault that Jack’s been left on the outside once again, Maggie and Racetrack sharing some new understanding that Jack just ain’t welcome to. Not his fault that Maggie’s become one more person whose smiles don’t reach their eyes when they look at him. “It ain’t great, it ain’t perfect, but it is what it is. At this point, I’ll take what I can get.”
“So, it isn’t settled,” Davey surmises, mouth pursed in disappointment. “Tony promised me he was going to make things right—“
“Oh, so he’s Tony, now, huh?” Jack scoffs, incredulous.
“I… Sure,” Davey says slowly, politely puzzled. “Why not?”
Jack swallows back his first, instinctive, response, and it cuts like glass all the way down his throat.
“Talk to Tony then, if you wanna know more,” he mutters, glaring at the ground. “No need’ta bother with me.”
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