Friday, June 3, 2011

Napa

Napa
We traded our vacation week in Carlsbad Beach this year for a week in Napa.  We have never spent more than a day or 2 in Napa and thought it would be nice to see this beautiful part of California and find some great wine.  Betty and I both love wine and Napa is the best, right?
The drive to Napa took us through the river front town of Rio Vista on Hwy 12.  Rio Vista holds a lot of memories for Betty and me.  I lived in the tiny Rio Vista Motor Hotel for 10 weeks in 1981.  My first job in the oil industry was as a mud engineer.  I was the technical sales and service person taking care of the drilling fluid on a deep exploratory gas well outside Rio Vista.  I also worked on Unocal gas wells on the islands in the Sacramento River Delta nearby.  Betty had just moved to Bakersfield from Houston and would drive to Rio Vista and see me on weekends. 
We drove through downtown Rio Vista and stopped at Foster’s Big Horn.  It’s probably the most unique restaurant I ever ate at.  I ate many meals there in 1981.  It has a long bar and a dining room in back.  The unique thing is that Foster’s has a huge collection of big game trophies.  The trophies are from Africa and North America and include lions, bears, wolves, tigers, a black rhino, an elephant and even a giraffe.  It’s a world class collection, but I do not agree with killing such beautiful creatures for sport.  We got talking to an old guy outside on a bench and I said it is nice to see that the place hadn’t changed in 30 years.  I asked who the owner was and he said, here he comes now.  I talked to the owner and said I enjoyed eating there in 1981.  He asked about what I was doing in town back then and I explained my job as a mud engineer.  I mentioned that I used to stay at the Rio Vista Hotel and that I remember Marie used to own it.  And how she was so nice to her guests.  He said he knows Marie and sees her almost every day.  He said she is elderly now and he asked for my business card so he could tell her that I remember her. 
We booked a cottage at River Point Resorts in the city of Napa.  It’s right along the Napa River and centrally located for one of the world’s premium wine producing regions.  River Point is a lovely and charming place to stay even though the charming 1 bedroom cottages in the brochure ended up being 400 square foot trailers. Seriously, the cottage is a trainer – on wheels and with a trailer hitch.  Betty says she feels like Ricky and Lucy in this place.  The cottage does have a nice deck with a patio table and chairs.  And the interior is clean and modern, nicely appointed with quality furniture and decorations.  In the orientation, we learned that the cottages are trailered so that when it floods, they can be moved.  Riiiight.  The location was under 5 feet of flood water in 2005, supposedly.  Hey, the TV’s works and the bed is very comfortable.  And there is a good coffee maker. 
Monday (Memorial Day):  We started wine tasting along the Silverado Trail, named for the road that went to the silver and mercury mines in the late 1800’s.  Hagafen Cellars offered a nice wine tour and had a great Sauvignon Blanc.  We did not care for any of the red wines though.  And every wine I taste, I find myself comparing to Le Cuvier.  And on the wine tour, I can see the processes that are standard in the industry and that Le Cuvier does differently.  From the fermentation tanks to the yeast used and the barrel aging, the differences must be important because the wine I tasted just didn’t compare to the depth of flavors, bouquet and softness that I get from Le Cuvier.
Across the road from Hagafen Cellars is Black Stallion.  This is a beautiful winery and a monstrous estate and wine production complex.  It’s spectacular in every way, except the wine.  When I told the guy I didn’t care for the wines and the rough tannins, he poured me one of the “Reserve” wines, a Meritage blend that cost $125.  It was only OK.  Sorry.  It did not have any bouquet on the nose and the I didn’t find it very rich in flavor.  It was noticeably better than the $65 Cabs they offered, but nothing like the $36 Cab from Le Cuvier or the Cabs at Chateau Margene in Paso. 
Driving north on Silverado Trail, we stopped a Silverado Vineyards.  This is another spectacular winery with a beautiful tasting room with incredible views of the Yountville vineyards.  It’s a great relaxing experience.  However, I didn’t care for the wines at all.  It’s like I can taste the bitterness from pumping the wine and seeds around the tall fermentation tanks they all use.  And the new oak barrels they talk about using seem to leave the tannins prominent, not soft and supple.  And the standard aging time in the barrels is only 18 to 24 months. 
Back at River Point Resort, they sponsored wine tasting on Sunday and Monday featuring small independent wines, Perez Family wines and Vino Di Angelo. We tasted a really nice Zinfandel and some nice Cab and red table wine that was better than the wine from the big fancy wineries we visited during the day.
Tuesday:  We had a reservation at the world class French restaurant in Yountville called Bouchon.  We picked up the menu on Monday when we made the reservation so we knew what we were going to order ahead of time.  You know me, always thinking about my next meal.  Bouchon is located in a charming historical brick building in the tourist area of Yountville.  Their popular bakery is next door and the tasting rooms, wine shops and upscale stores are in the downtown Yountville area.    
Because of a dream she had last night, Betty insisted that we not deprive ourselves of the finest dining experience available at Bouchon (I wished she dreamed of our bank account, maybe we could get a sandwich qt the market instead).  Betty ordered the prime pan-seared flatiron steak with caramelized shallots and fries.  And I ordered the roast leg of lamb.  We started off sharing a salad of watercress, endive, Roquefort and walnuts with herbs de Provence and the lightest walnut vinaigrette.  And since we were not depriving ourselves, Betty ordered the wine.  We enjoyed a 500 ml carafe of Ramey 2006 Napa Valley Cab (a full bottle is 750 mls).  And the staff promptly brought a cold dish of butter and crusty French bread to the table.  The Ramey Napa Cab was a delight with a wonderful bouquet, soft tannins and flavors of cherry, berry fruit, dark chocolate and long finish.  The bread, butter and chunks of Roquefort and the walnuts that came with the salad accompanied the wine perfectly.  We agreed that, finally we found a wine that we truly loved.  The 500 ml carafe cost $54 at Bouchon, which is not bad compared to the $50 the 2007 costs in a wine store across the street. 
Betty’s flatiron steak was a generous portion and cut over an inch thick.  It was cooked perfectly medium (just right for the cut) and seasoned with the caramelized onions and a blend of herbs.  The steak was accompanied by a mountain of thin, crispy and hot French fries which I enjoyed as much as Betty did.  I ordered the roasted leg of lamb medium rare and it was presented as 4 beautiful center cut medallions nestled over a ragout of garbanzo beans, fava beans and merguez sausage, garden carrots, green garlic, preserved Meyer lemon and lamb jus.  It was a truly a gourmet dining experience and we both treasured.
We were seated at a small table along the wall with other tables for 2 on both sides.  We were seated at 11:30 when Bouchon first opened.  With my back to the dining room, I did not notice that the restaurant filled up towards noon.   About half way through our meal, other diners were seated next to us.  The tables were so close together they had to be moved so that diners could step between them to be seated against the wall.  This was just a little uncomfortable and took away some of the intimacy from the dining experience.  But from the restaurant’s point of view, and the fact that they are charging $34 for an ala carte entrée, the more tables crammed in the dining room the better. 
I almost forgot about the dessert.  We shared a dark chocolate mousse with a burnt orange cream and fresh whipped cream.  It was rich but not too sweet and included dollops of a thick burnt orange cream to balance the rich sweetness of the mousse.  Lunch with tax and tip came to $185.  Overall, Bouchon is a 5 star dining experience in the Napa Valley and a great way to indulge oneself.
For dinner we found an old school Italian restaurant, Filippi’s in downtown Napa.  Filippi’s is a family owned chain of Italian restaurants from Chula Vista to Napa.  Remember the Italian restaurant you went to as a kid in the 50’s and 60’s?  Red upholstery, red and white table cloths with red bar candles adorned the tables. I was still full from lunch, but we were hungry for a little night life.  Filippi’s is great.  Betty and I had a bowl of minestrone soup with the softest warm Italian bread and butter.  Betty ordered an eggplant parmigiana sandwich that we shared. The roll was crusty on the outside and soft on the inside, warm and wet with the marinara sauce just the right amount of melted cheese.  A great low cost Italian meal can be found at Fillipi’s.  I can’t wait to go back and try a pizza or pasta.
Wednesday: we ventured to Somona Valley.  The drive through the wine country was the most enjoyable part of the day.  We went on Scenic Drive 12 and wanted to see the Jack London State Park.  It was closed - thanks to Jerry Brown.  But we did stop at some small shops along the Glen Ellen creek.  Nothing worth walking into the stores for, but I noticed the Eric Ross tasting room across the street.  I remember having a great Eric Ross Pinot Noir years ago on my last visit to Healdsburg.  We went into the empty tasting room and met the manager.  I asked if he was Eric and he came back with a smart ass comment that Betty and I found dry yet funny.  This guy, Dennis had one great line after another.  He was very knowledgeable about the wine and we really enjoyed the Spanish varietal whites.  So we joined the wine club and look forward to our first 3 bottle shipment in July.
Wednesday was our day of frustration in finding lunch.  I bought an Entertainment book for Sonoma that had discounts on dining.  So I thought.  I even paid $15 to have it shipped overnight to me so I got it in time to take on this trip.  The restaurants listed in Sonoma were not even there anymore.  The restaurants in Santa Rosa were not there either.  We were tired and hungry by 2:00 and we were having a hard time finding a suitable place to eat.  We got to Healdsburg and couldn’t find a place that we could agree on.  So we decided the Entertainment book was bogus and left it the car.  We finally found a little Mexican restaurant in Healdsburg and had a late lunch.  I had a seafood cocktail and Betty had a carnitas taco plate.  It was a good lunch for $20.  When we got back to the car I had to look in the Entertainment book and I found a buy one get on free coupon in there that we could have used.  Sometimes it’s good to keep my frustration bottled up so as not to spread the aggravation to those around me.  This is one of those times.  
Thursday: we had tickets for the tour of the Castello di Amarosa (Castle of Love).  This is authentic Tuscan castle build from hand shaped stones and brick and tile from Italy.  It is a working winery and a great tour if you are in Napa.  The tour and wine tasting took 2 hours.  The wine was not very good though.  However, the overall experience was great.
We had lunch at the Silverado Brew pub in St. Helena. I had a lamb burger with garlic fries.  And Betty had a braised pork shank in a spicy tomatillo sauce with polenta.  Both dishes were awesome, especially the garlic fries.  They were hot and crispy and the garlic must have been lightly sautéed in butter because it was to too garlicky.  The burger was a thick ground lamp patty with fresh veggies and a homemade roll.  And the pork shank was fall-off-the-bone tender and luscious.  It was a great meal.  We walked next door to the Freemark Abby Winery for some wine tasting.  This is another beautiful tasting room overlooking the St. Helena vineyards.  Too bad we did not find the wine so special.
So far, most of the wine in the area seems to be the same.  The reds have a lot of tannins that provide a harsh mouth feel.  And everyone seems to use commercial yeast and barrel age 18 to 24 months in new oak.  All the fermentation tanks are expensive jacketed stainless steel and are tall and narrow.  It must be a good formula for success because these wineries are supposed to be the biggest and best in the world.  I’m looking for a winery that does something special that I can say “wow” when I taste the wine.  I’m looking for a Bordeaux wine that has a bouquet that I can smell from an arm’s length away.  I’m looking for a Cabernet Sauvignon that has tannins that are soft enough that I don’t need a mouthful of blue cheese to mask it.  I’m looking for a wine that is special enough that I don’t recognize it from the Albertsons I shop at.  And I don’t want to pay over $50 a bottle.  The search continues.
Friday: we made an appointment for wine tasting at the Paoletti  Estate Winery.  In 2004, when we used to go the Café Med in Bakersfield for their Friday night wine tasting, I won the auction for 6 bottles of Napa Cab from Paoletti Winery.  I loved the big bouquet and big cherry and chocolate flavors that the wine presented.  I’ve had my eye on Paoletti ever since.  It is located in the Calistoga district in Napa on the Silverado Trail.  I have driven by the winery before and been turned away by the “appointment only” status and a closed gate.  I have been waiting all week to get in to this winery on this Friday. 
The winery is a beautiful stone building with the residence next door.  There is a complex of caves in the hillside used for barrel aging.  It is sorounded by estate vineyards and a small lake.  We were greeted in the tasting room by the owner Gianinni Paoletti himself.  He was hosting a 9 person tour and asked us to sit at the long table and join in.  When I told him my name, he called me Sergio Mendes.  I said that is my favorite group and that I love Lani Hall.  He said he has had Lani Hall and Herb Alpert in his Brentwood Restaurant, Peppone on several occasions.  I’ll have to check that restaurant out sometime.  How cool would it be to go there and have a bottle of his wine paired with a great Italian dinner? 
He started us out by pouring the Russian River Chardonnay.  It was clean and fresh, not too crisp or acidy, with citrus notes and light oak.  It has a very soft mouth feel and is very enjoyable.  When we got to the Novello Cabernet Sauvignon, I experienced that “wow” that Betty and I were looking for all week.  It had the same bouquet and flavors that it had from the 1998 vintage I got from Café Med.  Check it out on line or come to the house for a pour.  I bought a case.  At $26 a bottle, this is a great find and I highly recommend it.  It is so much more enjoyable than the $75 to $90 Cabs that we have tasted this week.  And I was pleased to see the short fat fermentation tanks in the winery and old barrels full of wine in the aging caves.  Everything we tasted was great.  And he just bottled his 2009 Malbec that has not been released or priced yet.  We got a preview taste.  This is a fruit bomb, in a good way.  It will be great when it’s released. 
Paoletti Winery is the highlight wine experience of this vacation.  Although I will be looking for the Ramey Cabernet Sauvignon at Luigi’s next time I am there.  Did I mention that I found out on-line that Ramey is using native yeast in his fermentation?  I’m finally feeling that there is hope in finding more great wine.  And the search can be fun as well.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Male Bonding in Houston

I arrived in Houston on Monday night for a week stay.  I don’t know how I got by the Pappadeaux at the airport without stopping for a dozen oysters.  It must have had something to do with having to meet people for a ride to the hotel.  My colleagues and I made our way to the hotel, checked in and met in the lobby to get dinner.  We all have fond memories of great meals at Pappadeaux Seafood and made a unanimous decision to go there for dinner.  Crawfish are in season, but we had oysters on the half shell which were cold, fresh, sweet and clean.  I mixed the horseradish and cocktail sauce and they have a dipping sauce that adds the slightest extra kick.  They are so good.  I had to tell the story of when I was in Texas City during a Thanksgiving holiday years ago and reading the 2 page Texas City paper over morning coffee.  I spied an ad for a new bar in Galveston offering a dozen oysters on the half shell for $2.99.  I said to the family, “I know what we are doing today”.  They were good, but nothing like the great oysters we had at Pappadeaux this week.
I could not pass up the Mississippi Catfish Opelousas, blackened with shrimp, oysters and crabmeat in a brown butter sauce.  It’s not that I am crazy for catfish, but the seafood topping and sauce is so good it should be illegal.  See my previous blog entry for further details on the Mississippi Catfish Opelousas.
The next night we were treated at a local country club.  I ate light so by Wednesday I was ready for the Taste of Texas.  It’s next door to Pappadeaux Seafood.  The taste of Texas has some awesome steaks on the menu.  I passed up the 24 oz. bone-in ribeye Cowboy steak and the $42 bone-in filet.  The 10 oz filet with blue cheese butter sounded just right.  The salad bar is tremendous and the service is very professional.  The steaks are perfectly cooked and lightly seasoned, tender and juicy.  The wine list is a bit intimidating, not because of the wine selections, but because of the prices.  So I settled on a half bottle of Alexander Valley Cabernet Sauvignon.  It provided 2 glasses of wine and only cost $22.  It was quite enjoyable with the steak.  I highly recommend the Taste of Texas for an excellent steak house.  
Can you believe that by Thursday I was ready for Pappadeaux Seafood again?  Our intension was to go for beer and oysters.  It was cold in the restaurant with the AC on.  And it was a beautiful evening, warm and balmy.  The four of us decided to have a table on the patio.  I had planned on having a bowl of seafood gumbo with beer and oysters.  I was not led astray when 2 of my colleagues ordered premium bourbon.  However, I was led astray by one guy when he ordered dinner.  I thought, why not?   I ordered the Costa Rican Mahi Yvette.  I had the small 7 oz. portion.  It is blackened Mahi finished with shrimp, crawfish, mushrooms and spinach in a Monterey jack cheese sauce with dirty rice.  I am telling you that the sauces at Pappadeaux are incredible. 
Having drinks and oysters on the patio with friends and colleagues is the kind of male bonding that I have really missed this last year.  I must have been missing out because I found myself not understanding some of the conversation.  We were talking about some of the nick names we have for people.  I am notorious for coming up with nick names for people I work with.  The young guy in our group was saying, “This guy had his pants pulled up so high that his private parts were all pressed against his pants, like a woman’s camel -toe, so we called him “Man-toe”.   Ha ha ha ha.
This went right over my head and I was feeling left out.  And when it got a lot of laughs I had to inquire, “this guy with his junk pulled tight against his pants, what is that all about?  I don’t get it.  What’s with the “Man toe”?” 
“You know, like when a woman’s pants are so tight you can see the shape and outlines down there, that’s called a “camel toe”.   Because the shape resembles the shape of a camel’s toe.  So, on a guy we called it a “man toe”.
“Oh, like a “muffin top” or a “whale tail”, I explained, to show I’m up on these things.  “I saw a woman with a camel toe once.    She was the security guard at a customer’s gate for years.  Her uniform included black spandex slacks and every time I went there, her camel-toe was right at eye level”.  Ha ha ha ha.  Now I feel like I’m part of the boys again.

Friday, April 22, 2011

The greatest Irony

The Greatest Irony
Betty & I went on a lovely drive to the Carrizo Plains National Monument today.  We drove through the orchards and fields, through Buttonwillow,  the oilfields and McKittrick.  On the way to show her the McKittrick Brea Pit on 58W, I stopped in the middle of the road for a great sun worshipping gopher snake.  I saved it from getting run over.  I showed Betty the gas bubbling through the oil at the brea pit.   There was a little mouse that had gotten stuck in the tar.  His feet and nose were buried.  He never had a chance.  You’d think they would learn after 10,000 years. 
The drive over the Temblor range this time of year is beautiful.  There is still a lot of green grass and the soda Lake has lots of water in it.  The Carrizo Plain National Monument has a little museum and visitor center.  But the Indian rock painting monument is closed this time of year.  On the way back an oilfield truck crashed into a power pole and Reward Road was closed to traffic.  I know my way through the Cymric oilfield so we wound our way through the leases and went to the McKittrick Hotel for lunch.    I had an Ortega bacon cheeseburger with a salad.  Betty had the seafood platter.  It was good, but I would rather have gone to Luigi’s or Noriega’s. 
As soon as we got home, I started on the yard work.  On my hands and knees pulling weeds, I was in a daze working.  One thing led to another and I keep seeing more things to cut and weeds to pull.  My radio was going and Lily was with me.  It was nice to be out, but after 2 ½ hours, I just wanted to get done…
I have always wanted an avocado tree in the yard.  Several attempts have failed.  It’s either too hot in the summer or it freezes in winter.  However, I can’t help but to keep trying.  Numerous glasses and dishes have adorned our kitchen window sill and counter top with avocado pits trying to get one started.  I had roots going on one just to have the house sitter let it go dry and die while we were gone.  And recently a little shoot finely got started but can’t seem to keep going.  Betty has expressed many times the fruitlessness of these attempts over the years.   But yesterday, Lia came home with a bag of small avocados that were grown in Bakersfield.  So it can be done.  Maybe that’s why they sell potted avocado trees at the home stores.  I thought people were suckers to pay $35 for a tree that was sure to freeze or die of Bakersfield heat.  But here they are, proof.   I’ll have to keep trying to get one started.
As I was cleaning up in front in my gardening daze today, I saw a tree growing up through the Camilla bush.  The tree had apparently been there for some time because it had grown up through the Camilla that is 7 feet tall.  There was nice new growth at the top with numerous little leaves poking out to the sun.  I looked at the leaves on top and the green stock.  I didn’t readily recognize it until I pulled it out by the roots.  As I’m holding this 7’ tall tree in my hand, I get a look at the larger leaves toward the bottom of the trunk.  It was then that I had a sick feeling in my stomach as I began to recognize it as a healthy avocado tree.  Well, it was healthy until I yanked it out of the ground.  How could I have done that after all my attempts to grow a seedling?  It must have been growing for several years.  Nice and protected in the Camilla bush.  I started thinking when I might have planted a seed there.  Damn it, I am so pissed.  Frustration leads to aggression, I broke it up into about 5 pieces and stuffed it into the trash can and finished my yard work devastated at my stupidity. 
As I continued working, I got thinking.  Was it really an avocado tree?  It couldn’t be.  It’s too cold in the winter and too hot in the summer, right?  Damn it.  It was just getting big enough to start blooming.  It couldn’t be an avocado tree.  I would have recognized it.  Damn it.
My neighbor was out. She would know what an avocado tree looks like.  I called her over to check it out.  I dig the yard waste out of the green trash can and dumped it on the sidewalk until I found the broken tree and pulled it out.  “That’s and avocado tree.  What’s it doing in the trash?”, she said.
“I pulled it up”
“You idiot” and she hit me. 
“It was an accident”.  But I deserved to be hit.  I’m just glad she is old.
Damn it.  So now I felt so guilty that I made an attempt to rescue it.  I cut the trunk off at about a foot up from the roots and planted it in a planter.  I put the pot back under the Camilla bush where it came from hoping that it would be happy back where it was.  I am hopeful but have reasonable expectations. Hey, I’m going to start putting avocado seeds directly into the ground where they belong.  Maybe I can get another one started. 

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Pollo en Mole

Pollo en Mole

In February 1980, I was living in Seal Beach.  Actually, I was living “on” Seal Beach.  Yeah, I had an apartment on the boardwalk.  I was pretty sweet.  I think back then I would say it was “bitchen”.  My brother Derek was living on the beach in San Blas, Mexico.  He and a friend were surfing there for about 6 months living in the back of his El Camino.  We talked long distance on the phone once or twice.  And on one call we got the idea to meet up in Mexico City.  We arranged to stay with my Dad’s cousin, Dione and his family.  We wanted to visit our Grandfather Mendez who also lived there.  We never remember meeting him and we didn’t know him as adults.  He was about 80 years old at the time.  And I am always looking for a reason to go to Mexico.

It was a miracle that we actually pulled it off, rendezvousing in Mexico City.  I took a flight from LAX and Dione picked me up at the airport.  We didn’t know him either, but we found each other OK.  Derek was going to meet me at the airport also a day later.  However, he was arriving by bus, a Mexican bus that took him on a 2 day journey across the mountains on a winding, treacherous road.  The bus was packed with locals and their crying babies, their livestock and chickens, chugging along, diesel smoke billowing through the open windows, sweltering hot in the jungle during the day and freezing cold in the mountains at night.   He called Dione’s house to announce this eventual arrival, and I remember he was really happy to see me when we drove up to the airport to pick him up.

Dione and his wife Marta are the nicest people in the world.  They have 2 sons that are a little younger than Derek and me.  At that time they were teenagers and busy with whatever they were doing.  Dione and Marata took us to the Pyramids, the central plaza and other sights in the area.  And he took us to meet our Grandfather a couple times.  Grandfather Mendez was a nice old guy, but we really could not communicate very well.  We did go to lunch one day at an old colonial restaurant.  Dione insisted that we have the specialty of the house, Pollo en Mole.  Chicken pieces boiled to tender and meat falling off the bone with the slightest touch.  It was smothered in Mole sauce that was very dark, thick and rich with chocolate and chile.  I never had Pollo en Mole like that before.  And with a cold XX, it was most memorable.  It was so memorable, in fact, that I remembered it yesterday when I had lunch again at La Cabana on
Golden State Ave.
in Bakersfield. 

I first discovered La Cabana in Bakersfield when I moved here in 1981.  They had a restaurant on
Oak Street
just north of Truxton in the 2 story brick building.  I remember being kind of lonely in Bakersfield before Betty moved out from Texas.  Between February 1980 and January 1981, I had left California and moved to Spokane, WA, got my job as a Mud Engineer and moved to Houaton, Texas, met Betty and transfered to Bakersfield.  There were not many restaurants in Bakersfield in 1981.  I had not discovered the Basque restaurants until years later.  I remember Mossman’s and Bill Lee’s though.  And La Cabana had great Mexican Food.  The restaurant on
Golden State Ave
, is small and unassuming.  The service is great and the staff makes you feel like you are at their home.  And the Pollo en Mole is the best I’ve had since the treat in Mexico City 31 years ago.  It was served with 2 pieces of chicken and lots of Mole sauce, rice and beans.  They did not provide a knife on the table, but the chicken was so tender, I could have pulled it apart with a feather.  It’s only $10.95 and plenty of food with the 4 flour tortillas and chips and salsa.  It’s a must have if you like Mexican Mole. 

Another memorable moment on my visit to Mexico City that time was coming home.  The flight got all screwed up and was scheduled to arrive about 9 PM.  My Dad was going to pick me in front of the airlines.  As it turned out I arrived on a completely different airline and landed on the opposite side of LAX at 2:00 in the morning.  Remember, there was no way to communicate back then once you left the house. It was raining when I walked out of the terminal and LAX was deserted.  I carried my luggage across the airport in the rain to where I was supposed to arrive and there was Dad’s station wagon parked in front of the terminal all alone.  He was sound asleep and had been waiting for me for hours just snoozing away.  I swear that guy can sleep anywhere.  I knew then how happy Derek was to see me and Dione in Mexico City.  Both Derek and I are really glad we made the trip to see Grandfather Mendez because he passed away about 3 years later and that was the only time we remember seeing him.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Lunch week of 4/4/11


Lunch time w/o April 4th
Monday I had lunch at Frugatti’s with customers.  Frugatti’s is always a solid 3 star lunch experience.  I usually get the eggplant Parmesan on the lunch specials list.  I love the marinara sauce and the side of pasta with the fresh roll that comes with the dish.  It’s a large dish and enough to take half of it home.  Today however, I decided to try something different.  I ordered the meatball sandwich.  The roll was toasted and the cheese melted.  It was really big and I didn’t think I could get it into my mouth.  So being with customers, I used my knife and fork.  I silently reminded myself of a story my Dad told us when we were at my Aunt Emma’s 98th birthday.  He had a relative that did not want to have anything to do with anything that was related to being Mexican.  He did not want to speak Spanish or eat Mexican food.  And when he did eat tacos, he used a knife and fork.  I laughed to myself remembering Dad mimic this guy using a knife and fork with his pinkies out like he was playing a violin.  I also wanted to use my knife and fork because of the toasted bun.  Sometimes a crusty roll and hot marinara sauce is just the right combination to rip the roof of my mouth to shreds.  And with the hot mozzarella cheese to add to the damage, I didn’t want to go through that.   The meatballs were big and meaty and the sandwich was good, although ordinary.
On Wednesday, I went to Chipotle on Brundage.  It was very busy at noon with lots of young people.  I ordered a steak salad with everything.  It starts with nice fresh Romaine lettuce and I had pinto beans, salsa, guacamole and cheese.  It’s a great salad and cost about $9 with tax.  The restaurant was so noisy inside, I was glad to find a seat in the patio outside.  I even found the morning paper to read for the second time that day.  I like Chipotle for quality, a generous portion and value.  Maybe that’s why so many young people were there.  Also, it’s next to the Boarders that is closing.  There is a 20% off everything, so I went in and found a couple CD’s.  I got Band on the Run, a classic I never did have.  It was our favorite CD on Me and Eppard’s first and every road trip from 1974 to 1976.  Band on the Run is the best road trip song ever.  That, and Benny and the Jets.  I also got Joan Baez’ Diamonds and Rust.  I know she is a stupid liberal, but I like the title track.  And I would never buy either of these CD’s unless they were on sale.  So, thank you Boarders for closing.
Thursday was a day when I had colleagues with me from Houston.  We had a meeting at the top of the Midway Sunset field to kick off a project.  We got done at lunch and I was going to take them to the famous McKittrick Hotel for lunch.  Then I remembered it was Thursday – steak day.  There is always a big crowd on Thursday and you need to get there by 11:00 to get a table.  The steaks are the bomb.  They barbeque a great ribeye steak and people come in from the oilfields for a real treat.  I was looking forward to showing them the oil seep at the McKittrick Brea Pit.  It’s pretty cool to see bubble up out of the ground along the side of the road.  But we had another appointment in the afternoon on the other side of the valley.  So I missed showing them the Penny Bar at the McKittrick Hotel.  I missed showing them the old photographs on the walls and the picture of the Lakeview gusher.   I missed telling them of how I used to go there for breakfast in 1981 as a young mud engineer.  And how before there were fax machines or cell phones, the drilling engineer would have a phone and cord brought to the table and he would plug it into the 4 prong phone jack, still on the wall and call in the drilling report.  And I missed telling how after 30 years of working in these oilfields and eating at this place, I can’t believe I am still here. 
But alas, we bypassed the Penny Bar and went to Bakersfield for lunch.  I took them to Noriega Hotel.  But we missed the 12:00 sit down for lunch, so we eat in the bar.  There is a limited unpublished lunch menu in bar: lamb or tri-tip dip; pickled tongue sandwich; grilled lamb or tri-tip and cheese sandwich; and hamburgers.  We all had cheeseburgers.  All the sandwiches come with salad and fries.  It’s’ a great bargain for $8.50.  But it doesn’t come with wine like in the dining room.  It’s just as well since we were going to a meeting.  The burgers are great, piled high with ripe tomatoes (2 thick slices), sweet white onions and lettuce.  The patty was hand pressed and hung over the fat bakery bun.  Although I think mine was cooked a little too long on the flat top (a little Food Network lingo).  The fries are great, hot and fresh.  And the lady in the bar provides great service.  Another 4 stars for Noriega Hotel. 
On Friday I went out to the oilfield again, this time to Belridge.  I don’t go to Belridge very often at lunch time without going to the taco truck at Entrance D.  Gabby from Lost Hills has been there for at least 10 years.  They make the best tacos anywhere.  They use full size corn tortillas (2 for each taco so they don’t fall apart as easily) and lots of meat.  The sauces are great and they only cost a dollar something.  I never really know how much they cost.  Today, I got 2 lengua tacos, a bottle of diet Pepsi and a Snickers bar for $6.50.  Another location to catch Gabby’s is at the little carniceria in Lost Hills on Hwy 46, just west of Lost Hills Road.  It’s the same great food and there is a canopy with tables and chairs.  The flies don’t bother me too much and they are free.  Seriously, the flies are not a reflection on the food or the truck.  Flies are everywhere out there.  I’ve been in the field before and left my car windows down a bit to keep it from getting too hot.  And I get back in my car with a hundred flies in there.  2-80 air can’t even get them out.  That’s 2 windows open going 80 miles an hour.  I think I still have flies in my car from last summer.