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*Lucien. Damned auto-correct!

Interesting that much like his True Grit cinematographer, Lucian Ballard, Hathaway shot some great mid-career noirs while becoming ultimately better known for action/adventure and western films.

Yes, I don’t blame you there, that’s for sure!

And here we go again…

I mean, I’m no son of the south myself, but I might even raise an eyebrow at an airport version. You need to go somewhere called Mama’s Chow Shack or similar, where the years of cast-iron greasy buildup will impart the proper ambience to the chicken-fried gravy.

The place used to put ads in the back of the NY Daily News as a place to send your wayward son when he got kicked out of regular school. It was one step away from Juvie, not West Point.

a man is dancing in a hallway in front of a shelf full of film reels . Alt: Jack Nicholson destroying a catering table

Yes, I may be risking a Jack Nicholson diner moment…

If you’re going to try that dish, I would implore you to order it somewhere in the south- or at least, like Oklahoma- rather than (checks notes) Provo, Utah.

The sandwiches look pretty underwhelming, so I’ll just go with the chicken salad (with the oddly specific “light brown toast with melted butter”) and a vanilla shake. And I’m glad the menu describes the mysterious “candy-related accident”, because that was shaping up as a Columbo episode.

You’re harshing my mellow, man…

A plate of fried everything and something called “grog” vs. New Jersey cow organs and soup? C’mon, that’s no contest!

Vita-meata-veg-nervine!

Thanks, I was wondering about this film, since I’m a Maggie fan. Setting the DVR!

Love when there’s a car chase with those big old boats thumping over hills and lurching around corners on two wheels!

News flash: you’re still a nobody, Bunky, but you ain’t ballin’ now since you couldn’t vote for the nice black lady.

When’s the last time this chud shopped for his own groceries?

I was friends with his original owner, although he always maintained that no one really “owned” Bosco (or “Boss” as we all called him.) He was kind of the town dog in Sunol, hence his ascension to mayor-hood.

Brilliant.

I knew Bosco. He was quite a dog!

I was hoping Bosco (or “Boss” as we used to call him, for short) would make the cut. I knew him as I was friends with his original owner; he was quite a dog.

Yes, same here.

Yep, totally get it. One does get to that point eventually. Glad you weathered it.

That’s essentially a Denver omelette between two slices of bread. Tiny knows sandwiches!

Omelettes, not so much.

I did the same.

According to Joseph Wambaugh, there is at least one onion field near Bakersfield, which is not THAT far from Stockton.

Judging by the detailed map on the front of the menu, Tiny’s was a chain, with outposts near Redding and somewhere around the Salton Sea, in addition to Stockton.

Tiny will make you a plain omelette, a jelly omelette, a cheese omelette, a Spanish omelette, a bacon omelette, a ham omelette, a ham and cheese omelette, even a ham and green pepper omelette…but Tiny won’t make you a Denver or Western omelette because there ain’t no onions in Stockton (apparently).

And maybe some string beans and Lyonnaise spuds, to fancy it up a bit. Perhaps washed down with a Coors stubby.

Yeah, no to the fish car. Trout for sure.