The name “Bobby’s Too” clearly indicates that another restaurant, probably named “Bobby’s” exists somewhere else in the vicinity. This seemed odd to me as our phone book’s restaurant section only listed the sequel. Further examination revealed an entry in the “taverns” section for Bobby’s Pub and Grill. After eating at the Too and asking our waitress, we finally determined that indeed Bobby’s Pub and Grill comes from the same “Bobby,” and that the restaurant we ate ate only “also” belongs to Bobby. She also informed us that both locations serve the same food and have the same special deals, the only difference being that the pub has a larger bar and a smaller dining room. Well, that and the location. While the main location lies in downtown Bloomington on Kirkwood avenue amongst the other pubs and grills, the Too sits hidden in a large complex of offices.
The Too’s interior has a few booths next to the bar and a game room with a large screen television, some pool tables, a pinball machine, and more dining tables. It also has an “exterior” (not outdoors) dining area inside the office complex, overlooked by several office suites. I feel very sorry for anyone in those offices with a Bobby’s-facing window. 
If it seems like a long way to lunchtime at your job, just imagine if you had to watch people eating and drinking right outside your window all day long. Brilliant move by Bobby, though. You’d have to have gone completely bonkers to not rush in there as soon as you got a fifteen minute break.
I took some pictures of the game room, and the small group of people partying in there gave me some very dirty looks. Normally people seem to just go on with their business and don’t pay much attention to me taking pictures of the room, but this time they seemed so put-off, that I decided to blur out their faces before uploading the pictures.
Thankfully, Bobby’s not just a clever marketer. He also serves tasty food and offers even tastier special deals. My personal favorite: ten-cent chicken wings every Friday. 
You don’t even have to show up during happy hour to get the deal. Unfortunately, Bobby’s chicken wings come from either very tiny hens or some breed of chicken that gave up on flying so long ago that its wing span has decreased to that of a hummingbird. But even at half the meat that other places serve, the ten-cent price still makes for a better deal than anywhere else in town. They taste good too. I don’t go for spicy food (I like my tastebuds and feel no need to abuse them), so I can’t vouch for the hot flavor, but the hot barbecue sauce (which tastes like a mild/medium buffalo sauce to me) did the job. The straight-up barbecue sauce tasted like it didn’t even exist, so next time, I’ll stick to the hot barbecue.
Also on Fridays, they serve free tortilla chips and salsa. Now when I say “tortilla chips,” I don’t mean the crunchy triangles you get at Mexican restaurants which have undergone such an incredible transformation that it becomes hard to believe they ever bore any resemblance to tortillas. I mean slices of very thick tortillas that have been deep fried just enough to become flaky and slightly crispy. I didn’t care too much for the salsa that came with the chips, but the chips tasted fantastically unlike any tortilla chips I’ve ever eaten before. I highly recommend them. Did I mention that if you go on Friday, you wouldn’t have to pay for them?
Kira ordered a burger, and I had a few bites of it. Not good enough to make me eat less chips and wings, but not bad either.
I’ve witnessed confusion about which person had the responsibility for serving my table before, but usually when that happens, I end up sitting around for an hour while everyone ignores me. Thankfully, on this occasion, we simply ended up giving our order to several different people and receiving twice as many drinks as we’d ordered. The employees, on the verge of quitting time, fell into the happy, friendly, get-you-whatever-you-want category and not into the grumpy, impatient, senioritis-laden group. I appreciate that.
They even left me enough time to check out the pinball machine. I usually have fun playing the “Elvira” pinball game, but this machine badly needed maintenance. Some parting words to bar-, convenience-store-, and pizza-parlor-owners everywhere: 
Pinball machines will indeed keep your customers around longer, but only if you keep them well-maintained. And you’ll have to have them checked out far more frequently than any other type of video game. Pinball machines went to fifty-cents a game long before the video games did, and not by coincidence.
in that I’ll try just about anything non-toxic at least once, and often repeatedly over the years just to be sure my tastes haven’t changed. I’m not quite sure why this is the case as I usually don’t like the new things that I try. I keep hoping that I’ll like fried jellyfish, soup made with beef tripe, or jalapeño jelly, but I usually don’t. I never have this problem at Bombay House. Most of the food isn’t too strange, almost all of it is tasty, and nothing is ever spicy enough to make me wish I hadn’t put it on my plate. If you’re generally queasy about trying new things, you don’t have to worry too much here, even if you have no idea what “dal makani” is, nor which item on the buffet it refers to.
