California Bob's Big Boy restaurants.
When I was a kid growing up in Southern California, my mother would always take us to get something to eat after we'd been to the dentist. Oh, and not just anything--we'd either get Baskin Robbins ice cream or, if we'd been particularly good, she would take us to Bob's Big Boy for their incredible brownie/ice cream/fudge sauce dessert that pretty much guaranteed more visits to the dentist.
Some Sundays after church, Dad would announce we were having lunch at Bob's Big Boy. Double cheeseburgers! Ice cream shakes! French fries! A life-long losing battle with the scale! Who cares!!!
The hostess would always supply us with the latest Big Boy comic as we sat in the waiting area for our table for six. I always thought it was cool to see a fat kid as a comic book hero. Big Boy disappeared some time ago and Shoney Bear was introduced. What a joke.
I found this Big Boy bank a couple weeks ago and all these warm and fuzzy memories came flooding back. He was filthy and it took some scrubbing to clean him up, but now he's clean and smiling away.