Paul Newman, behind the scenes of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969)
Okay, here’s my last reblog from adayinhollywood and (most likely) my last melancholy look back at my Hollywood days, at least for now.
But by the lingering heartburn memory of sweet smoky cheap chili sauce, I miss Wienerschnitzel.
On the range of Hollywood memories that I have, of course, this rates somewhere below the halfway point. Wienerschnitzel is, after all, little more than a crappy fast food joint with even less national brand recognition to recommend it than McDonald’s or even Jack in the Box.
But God bless my queerly unlikely low cholesterol, I did love eating there.
If you read your reblogs, Ask-page-less adayinhollywood, and you find yourself outside the Ribs USA on Olive Street in Burbank, and you make one of your awesome photos of it, it just might kill me dead on the spot.
3 Hot Dogs with Ketchup & Mustard. Large Fry. Large Diet Coke. Thank You.
Der Wienerschnitzel. Los Angeles. 7:34 PM.
Another lovely, memory-inducing photo from adayinhollywood.
I got to attend the first Toy Story premiere at the El Capitan. And after the movie, there was a huge event next door with a wall-sized Etch-O-Sketch; guys dressed up as Army men, hobbling around on their green one-piece feet-stands; live-sized Woody, Buzz and Hamm characters walking around…truly one of the best moviegoing experiences I’ve ever had.
The El Capitan Theatre.
Hollywood Boulevard. Across from Grauman’s. 9:25 PM.
WOW this is an amazing Hollywood photo blog. I’m feeling…not homesick, exactly, because I left Hollywood because it never felt like home enough.
I think, anyway. Anyway, there were reasons. Good reasons.
But this blog gives me some aches I didn’t know I had. Great pics.
The View from Hollywood & Highland. 4:09 PM.