I sure wish I could drive up to this coffee shop and hand over a nickel for a cup of joe with yellow cream.
I love imagining the original owner showing the plans to his friends. “Here’s what I’m building–it’s got a coffeecup on the roof. You wait and see, it’ll be dandy.”
What happened to these ticky-tacky diners shaped like hamburgers and coffee shops shaped like hats? They always looked like they’d been made from papier maché. Melted in the rain, maybe.
This one is for The Extra, my Hollywoodland mystery set in 1934. The Coffeepot is on the road south when Frankie Ray drives her Model A to Hollywood. Tinseltown turns out to be more dangerous than an Edward G Robinson antihero.
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