Very early this morning (straight after the concert, in fact) I had possibly the best milkshake ever in a Johnny Rocket’s (50s-style diner chain) just off Hollywood Boulevard. It was about a pint of “Oreos and cream.” Anyone who knows the style of diner should be able to extrapolate the decor from this picture of the juke-box selector. They had one on every table, but since all the songs were famous 60s rock-and-roll hits, I was quite happy listening to all of them, so I let it run on random. The only American-style diner I’ve been in is Filling Station (no, TGIF doesn’t count), which is very roadside-oriented, with aged metal highway signs (mainly of Route 66, of course) and rusty car bumpers (or fenders, if you prefer) on the wall. This was much shinier – all stainless steel and white backlit signs, Still had the red leather booths, though.I imagine it’s based on the prohibition-era milk bars, but was unable to corroborate this satisfactorily with a google image-search (try searching for “milk bar” and you will find more pictures of Moloko from A Clockwork Orange than anything else!).
Something else I can tick off my list of American clichés. And as we were driving away from Hollywood, I saw another – a lowrider car bouncing along the street! Not quick enough with the camera for that, unfortunately!
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