The checkered overalls! The perpetual optimism! The POMPADOUR! To me, Bob is the quintessential American lie: super-friendly on the outside, but ready to sell you crap food at a cheap price. The carefully sculpted pompadour, which obviously resembles soft-serve ice cream (take that, subliminal advertising!) is strangely at odds with the enormous belly. He’s vain, but not willing to make any dietary sacrifices. Come as you are! We make no judgments here. Have another slice of pie.
First, Bob's was the one and only restaurant where my father was truly happy... sure, we went to other places for big events (first Communion, Confirmation, new house), but Bob's had zero pretension as far as my dad was concerned - they served great burgers and didn't give you any sh*t for it. Second, why am I reading this on your site versus in Esquire, Vanity Faire or GQ?
First, Bob's was the one and only restaurant where my father was truly happy... sure, we went to other places for big events (first Communion, Confirmation, new house), but Bob's had zero pretension as far as my dad was concerned - they served great burgers and didn't give you any sh*t for it. Second, why am I reading this on your site versus in Esquire, Vanity Faire or GQ?