Summer 1961. It was summer break between my junior and senior year of high school and a friend and I were way up in northern California working on a cattle ranch. The ranch was approximately 40-miles south from the Oregon/California border and approximately 700-miles north from Los Angeles. Ranch was somewhere between metropolitan Weed andContinue reading “Hey boy, give me a bale of hay”
Category Archives: Restaurant
I will take another slice with pepperoni.
A Pizza Story. I first began to visit this place when I was in junior high in the late 1950s. I would ride with my friend and his parents. They called it pizza. The restaurant was called Deluca’s. But they mostly had pizza and some other ordinary pastas and salads. The pizza was in aContinue reading “I will take another slice with pepperoni.”
A one word vocabulary.
Awesome. Pardon my sarcastic judgement but I am often amused when eating out at some restaurants. It is almost entertaining when some female waitperson serve our table. It seems like most female servers wait on our table they speak with a little girl tone, I would guess, a full octave above their normal speakingContinue reading “A one word vocabulary.”
Think Snow.
So it’s Christmas. We rode with my friends parents to downtown Los Angeles to Pershing Square. On the ground level was a landscaped park with normal variety of trees, bushes, and mowed grass with a paved common area for gatherings and political speeches. However we were just looking for the underground parking entrance. Once weContinue reading “Think Snow.”
Suddenly he was on fire.
Once again, more from the first ten years. So many tear drops falling from my eye… eyes. We Los Angeles Okies had a limited eating repertoire. Fried chicken and mashed potatoes just to suggest two Okie entrees out of a possibility of two. Not to mention gallons of milk and purple Koo lade. But, BoyContinue reading “Suddenly he was on fire.”
Why is it so cold inside?
Summer’s Frost Stepping out of our cool Honda and into the summer’s heat is almost a shock to the body. Since exiting our air-conditioned car and out into 90-plus degrees summer air. I begin to sweat almost instantaneously . Like a chilled glass of ice tea covered with condensation. Beads of sweat quickly formed andContinue reading “Why is it so cold inside?”
The Royal Gorge
Opulence by the slice. It was on the eastside of Los Angeles 1959. Approaching the establishment from behind on the side street, you will quickly notice a Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud parked under its own car port just behind the business rear entrance. Then Entering the main front entrance of the unique establishment, one would beContinue reading “The Royal Gorge”
A song request amigo.
Three Amigos. 1979. Many of our trips to Southern California we would often meet up with my cousin and his wife along with my wife and 9-year-old daughter. Meeting them for a spicy Mexican dinner. Sometimes my brother and his wife and maybe my cousins brother came along as well. We would often gather atContinue reading “A song request amigo.”
It should look like midnight inBolivia.
How could you do this? How could a person take perfectly good coffee beans and turn it into a mug of sludge? I know of some seemingly reasonable people who do this. They go to the trouble of having Bolivian coffee beans imported and roasted far away then shipped FedEx to them overnight and goContinue reading “It should look like midnight inBolivia.”
Sing Songy waitperson.
Is she a waitperson or a childcare provider. Where do they all come from? There must be a school where one learns the language of sing-songy patronizing table waiting. There must be at least one per each restaurant. Pardon me if it seem a bit sexist but, what I’m trying to describe happens mostly withContinue reading “Sing Songy waitperson.”
Chuck the Blogger Guy 