Bob's Big Boy- vintage date night LA style

My new beau took me out for quite possibly the most quintessential vintage vixen date: a drive in his classic Bel Air to the Burbank Bob's Big Boy, one of the last remaining in Los Angeles, for milk shakes and diner fare. 

I doned a black and white gingham circle skirt, black tee, black bow high heels and my vintage cats eye glasses and eagerly jumped into the bench seats of the huge land yacht. The amount of glass windows was incredible. Modern cars don't hold a candle to the visibility of this baby, aside from the pope mobile if course. Let me tell you, I belong in that dang car. The rumble of the engine, the wide leather bench, this was my kind of ride. 

My order: spaghetti with chili.  For some reason I've always ordered it. It's pretty straightforward, chili on top of spaghetti but dang it's good. I also had to have a cherry coke because at Bob's they make it with cherry syrup. He had a burger and chocolate malt. Perfect. 

After we polished off our meal we had a desert of ginger ales at his abode along with some 50's exploration films from YouTube.

Here's one we just couldn't resist, but it was painfully bad. 

http://youtu.be/H4sNSd1V6X0