Echoes of Burps Past


You might as well know that this robot is unemployed right now, the victim of a corporate layoff. To pass the time, I’ve been uploading all my old photos to my Flickr account, remembering how crappy it felt the last damn time my hard drive full-nelsoned all my memories and data. I came upon this relic and it instantly made me sad. It’s a sign that used to hang up at the Jay Burger stand at the corner of Santa Monica and Virgil in Silverlake. Garu, DJ Zaius and I used to stop there after every dance marathon at Akbar for:

  • 1 chiliburger with egg, bacon, double patties, chili and NO VEGGIES
  • 1 bag of salsa verde Doritos
  • 1 sodey pop
  • The place is shuttered now as the storefront around it remains stupidly empty. I WANT MY CHILIBURGER! It’s the only chiliburger in the world that I could stomach. I’m not the only one who misses it – fellow bloggers at Franklin Avenue have brought it up fondly as well. Thanks a lot, faceless store building dorks who shut down that entire lot.


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    Seriously? The tommyburger is not consumable for you? How awful.



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