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Friday, March 30, 2018
It’s an easy, almost 4 hour flight on Southwest nonstop from LAX to Nashville. Baggage is waiting at the carousel and we actually got the minivan we reserved from Dollar Rent a Car. Tim says it’s one of the easiest travel days we’ve ever had.
It’s a pleasant, 3 hour or so drive from there to Memphis, the first leg of this trip. Downtown is easy to find, as is our hotel…the Springhill Suites…located in the heart of this city.
By the time we unpack, it’s a bit late for dinner as a Justin Timberlake concert has overwhelmed most of the restaurants in the area. We get some serviceable food at the snack bar of the Courtyard hotel next door.
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In the morning, it’s time for our first adventure. Among other things we want to accomplish during this trip, we want to take the Elvis Trail. Into the van and 100 miles later, we’re in the very pretty town of Tupelo, Mississippi.
First things first…we want to eat.
In downtown, we smell some good smoke and spy a handicapped parking spot in front of an open restaurant.
This building used to be Kermit’s Bakery and in its day, the Presley family would buy birthday cakes here for their not-yet-famous son. Today, it’s Kermit’s Outlaw Kitchen.
We grab a table in the middle of the room and the cook comes over to tell us about his braised pork, persimmon burrito and explains that everything they serve comes from local farmers.
Looking at the menu, nothing inspires us as much as the special, so we order two burritos to split between the three of us.
It is very good, with the sweetness of the persimmon setting off the smoky flavor of the pork just so. The owner chats with us, asking us where we’re from. We see the bottles of Sriracha on the shelf and tell him that we live about a mile from that factory.
(Come along on our tour of the Sriracha factory here)
(Come along on our tour of the Sriracha factory here)
This leads to a chat about the factory’s recent problems with local residents complaining about the smell. Others in the restaurant come up and introduce themselves and start talking. Pretty soon, we’ve met just about everybody in the place.
Tupelo is a very friendly town.
Asked why we’re there, we tell them about the Elvis Trail theme. We’re told to check out the adjacent hardware store, where Gladys Presley bought her son his first guitar, and the Lyric theater around the corner where he played his first show.
Visiting the hardware store and taking a little tour around downtown gets us ready for our next stop, Elvis’ birthplace located in a park on the other side of town.
The chapel, visitor’s center, a church, and a large visitor’s center surround the tiny little house…maybe 500 square feet…that launched Elvis into our world.
We visit the trail markers…Elvis is on both the Country and Blues trails…and even see the outhouse where the future king had his throne.
It’s a neat stop to see where this history took place but I’ll also remember the friendly locals and good food in the pretty town of Elvis’ birth. We’ll also remember the cold that one of those locals passed onto us that would haunt us for the rest of this trip.
Our day trip to Tupelo over, we head back to Memphis to see what we can find there.
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Wednesday, March 28, 2018
Recently, I've been driving through my neighborhood in Monrovia, California, and noticing new banners popping up on light poles around the city with the word "GO" in big letters and either a logo for Lyft or Lime Bike on them.
At first, I thought the city was touting offices for each of the companies opening in the city, since it aggressively works to get companies to locate here. Trader Joe's moved their corporate headquarters here, for example.
There was a link at the bottom of the banner...gomonrovia.com...to get more info, so I checked it out.
Lyft and the Lyft logo are trademarks of Lyft, Inc.
This was something completely different and very interesting. It turns out that Monrovia (as other cities are also starting to do) is integrating the Lyft ride hailing serving into their public transit system. How this works is the city subsidizes Lyft rides within their service area and riders only pay 50 cents.
The subsidy comes from the city's share of the county's 1/2 cent sales tax that is dedicated for public transit. Instead of expanding their current system, they partner with Lyft for quick, easy...and now cheap...door-to-door service within their area. That service area includes Monrovia, the neighboring city of Bradbury, the unincorporated area south of the city that is served by their post office, and a couple of points in the neighboring city of Duarte (the Target shopping center and the City of Hope medical center).
Monrovia hopes that all able-bodied passengers will move over to Lyft, which will free up their nine mini-buses for quicker dial-a-ride paratransit services on demand for the mobility challenged. The nine buses can be hailed by phoning (626) 358-3538 Monday through Friday, 7:00am - 10:00pm and 8:30am - 6:00pm on weekends. The fare is also 50 cents, which was reduced from a dollar when this new scheme began.
So, with all that in mind, here's how my test run of the system went...I had to pick up my car from the body shop (Monrovia Collision Center) and I live inside the service area. I type in the promo code "gomonrovia" in the Lyft app on my phone.
Six minutes later, Lei drives up in a white Honda Civic. Lei speaks just enough English to say "Good morning" and hands me a piece of gum. His GPS unit (in Chinese) guides us swiftly to the body shop with Lei a very careful and competent driver.
The Lyft app says the ride was $6.99 but the text I get says I got a $5.49 credit and only 50 cents is charged to my card. Ten minutes from start to finish and it's just pennies.
Will it help increase transit mobility for everyone, including wheelchairs? That remains to be seen and, hopefully, Lyft will also increase its ability to transport special needs passengers also.
Monrovia is not alone in this type of service. Many other cities are also jumping on this particular bandwagon to provide the so called 'last mile' transit option (called that because it connects riders with that last mile service between their home and regular public transit).
For example, Dallas's DART system has also integrated Lyft into its system and a ride can be hailed within DART's app. Lyft is also aggressively recruiting other transit systems as partners. You can find out more at the company's Friends with Transit page. You might also want to check with your local municipality to see if this is coming or perhaps to suggest it to them.
Back in Monrovia, besides the dial-a-ride option for special needs passengers, the city has a station on Metro's Gold Line light rail line...which is 100% accessible...connecting it with the rest of the area's vast transit system. There are also three Foothill Transit accessible bus lines connecting with other cities along the Route 66 corridor and south to Metro's El Monte Bus station.
If you're able enough to ride a bike, the other transit option listed above - Lime Bike - is a bike sharing service with racks scattered throughout town. Download the app and you can rent a bike starting at $1 for 30 minutes.
You can leave the bike anywhere in the city when you're done with it...the back wheel locks when you're done with it and crews collect the bikes each night. The app will tell you where the nearest rental bike is located.
Yes, it does seem like it's still an imperfect system...wheelchair riders can't use service 24 hours and the transit buses will have a chore keeping up with the quick response and rides of the Lyft vehicle...but it is an interesting experiment to watch and see if this new public transit (with private help) system will increase the mobility of all the area's residents and be able to keep more cars off of the roads.
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Monday, March 26, 2018
There's a smell to a farm. Many don't care for it. To me, however, it just smells like the country...nothing citified about it. While we live in a crowded, suburban area of Los Angeles, there's also a horse ranch behind our house. When the wind blows just right...yeah, that's it...the aroma of manure wafts over.
I love it.
In decades past, the suburbs ran out somewhere around Pomona. Going eastward from here...into Chino, Corona, Ontario, Upland, Mira Loma...you'd be deep into farm country getting nostrils full of the smell of cows, pigs, chickens, and more.
Today, Los Angeles has grown. It's more urban than suburban far into the Inland Empire. Most of those old rural features like farms and ranches have disappeared.
At The World on Wheels, we've made it one of our missions to keep visiting what's left to record it before it's gone. Let's take a drive to see if we can make a meal from what is still hanging on.
In 1920, Giovanni Filippi and his son Joseph immigrated from Italy and planted grapes in the Cucamonga Valley. At the time, this was the largest grape growing and wine producing region of California.
With real estate booms, prices rose and demand for open land increased so that many of these vineyards were swallowed up by housing developments and industrial parks.
Still, the Filippi Winery hangs on with their winery and tasting room on Baseline Road in Rancho Cucmonga, not far from the massive Victoria Gardens shopping center.
Like many wineries today, Filippi does not offer free tasting anymore but $7 (refundable with a purchase) will get you five tastes. You can sip while imagining what it had been...the small vineyard and production facility now hemmed in by housing.
Before the big boom at Ontario Airport, you could picnic in the shade of eucalyptus trees amid the quaint old village of Guasti with the Filippi tasting room at one end, the massive pancakes of the Homestyle Cafe at the other (now relocated to nearby Chino), and great views of jetliners taking off across the street.
Now, a new terminal blocks the view. Most of the old buildings have been demolished, and a few that remain for historical purposes have been shrink-wrapped while the City of Ontario builds yet another business park here.
Luckily for us, the other winery that still exists in the area, the Galleano Winery in Mira Loma, still sits in a time-warped property of barns, animals, tractors, and vineyards amid the giant warehouses with names like "Costco" on them.
It's like driving through a portal into the past where one second, you're in the sterile land of factories and warehouses. The next, you've stepped through a portal with barns, fields, animals, and their smells permeate the area.
At the end of the old tractor garage, a shack invites you in for a friendly round of wine tasting. It's $5 for five tastes...refundable with purchase, of course...and you're bound to find something you like from the ultra-cheap jugs of local zinfandel, chianti, and port to some of their award winning reserve wines.
There's also a small branch of Los Angeles' San Antonio winery nearby in Ontario but it's just a tasting room...no vineyards or winemaking there.
We'll go with some sherry for cooking and a bottle of chianti to go with our dinner later from Galleano. If you have some extra time, you can also bring a sandwich or two and have a picnic with their barn animals in the little park across from the wine-making barn.
(Check out our California's Hidden Wine Country article for a more indepth look and a video about these Cucamonga Valley wineries.)
Heading back west a few miles, not far from the old downtown section of Ontario on a quiet residential street, we pull into Graber Olives. Since 1894, the Graber family has been processing olives here for canning. The original Mr. Graber planted orange trees, like everyone else around him (you can still see a tiny plot of the original trees just west of the gift shop) but wanted to do something to stand out.
Olives were the solution he hit upon. One thing he did different than other olive farmers was to let the fruit ripen on the trees. Most other growers picked green and artificially ripened them for easier canning. The Graber olives became very sought after because of their tree-ripened flavor.
Take the free tour here and see how they still brine and pack the olives the old-fashioned way. You won't even see a computer in the office where the bookkeepers still add everything up on old adding machines and send out paper bills in the mail.
We'll grab a bottle of olive oil from here. See our Tasting History article and video for more about this Olive ranch.
Next up, while we're still in Ontario, we'll head to the southern section of the city where there is still a bit of the farmland that gets gobbled up at every housing boom. Amy's Farm is a small one that hangs on by not only growing crops, raising animals, and selling the output but also by charging groups to come through, take tours, and learn about farm life.
You don't have to pay if you just want to come to the farm stand and maybe walk around to see the animals.
That's the fun part...going snout-to-snout with a cow, scratching a goat behind its ears, or watching the piglets scamper about their pen.
We do know that farm life isn't about raising some different kinds of pets, though, so we pick up a little of their farm-made Italian sausage, garlic, onions, and tomatoes for our dish.
If we weren't cooking, however, we would head to nearby Centro Basco, on Central Avenue in Chino, for an authentic Basque dinner.
Since 1940, this boarding house for a area's Basque shepherds has been slinging their hearty food in the communal dining hall up front. In the back is a regular dining room where you can have a table to yourself.
Either way, you might want to come a little early to have a strong Picon punch in one of the two bars.
We'll finish up at Claro's, a local chain of Italian delis that's been around sine 1948, to pick up some lasagne noodles and a couple of cans of San Marzano tomatoes. Out here, we can stop at their Upland location or just swing by the easier Covina location on the way home.
Now that we've spent the day picking through some of the remaining historical gems of this former agricultural Mecca, we'll head home and put it all together for a fantastic, historical, scratch made lasagne...sherry from Galleano winery in Mira Loma; olive oil from Gaber Olive House in Ontario; sausage, garlic, onions, and tomatoes from Amy's Farm, also in Ontario; and some pasta from Claro's.
We'll sit back and enjoy our haul with a glass of chianti and hope that civilization can be slow to erase these gems of the Inland Empire.
If you'd like to make the lasagne, just click here for the recipe.
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Sunday, March 25, 2018
Highland Park Bowl (click on the play button - 10 seconds)
What were we thinking trying to do a pub crawl on one of the busiest drinking days of the year? Yeah, I admit, those thoughts were in my head but I couldn't get everyone in the party to commit to any other days so here we are, heading out on the Gold Line light rail train for a day of bar-hopping amidst the crowds of temporary Irish.
Metro's kind of dropping the ball for us today, too. Their attitude is why would anyone want to take the train instead of driving on this very busy day of revelry? At least that's what it seems like as they're doing a lot of maintenance on the tracks with trains only coming by every 20 minutes instead of the 6-10 minutes they usually do on weekends. Plus, they're only running 2-car trains instead of 3 making for some very crowded trains today.
Well, let's see if we can still make the best of the situation...
There are eight of us on this crawl today. In the best of times, it's always like herding kittens trying to keep people moving along. This will be a challenge but I'm up to it! We just miss the train so it's a 20 minute wait on the platform until the next one, then a 45 minute ride to our first destination, Tacos El Hermano, sitting next to the Pico/Aliso station in East L.A.
We'll fill our tummies with Mexican food here before throwing all the alcohol in later. Back on the train, we go one stop to Little Tokyo and walk one block south to our first drinking stop, Angel City Brewery.
This massive, former steel cable factory (it made the cables for the Brooklyn Bridge) has a wide-open floor plan where drinkers can hunker down into various corners, play games, or sit at the picnic tables facing out the patio doors where food trucks come by to serve their wares.
To me, the beer is a bit medicine-ny...a bit to herby and harsh...but there are a few gems on the tasting menu. The blonde is an easy choice to make if nothing else sparks your fancy.
Moving along, we get back on the train for our second stop. I give my brothers-in-law a choice of destinations and they pick Highland Park Bowl, a short block from the Highland Park station.
L.A.'s oldest operating bowling alley (since 1927), the Bowl underwent an extensive makeover in 2016. It is in a word, stunning.
With a bit of a steampunk vibe, old bowling equipment is used as decoration throughout. Old pinsetters have been repurposed as chandeliers over the bars (two!) behind the eight lanes. Ball return mechanisms hold the top shelf liquor bottles. Walls have been removed to allow us to see the current pin setting machinery at work (click play on the video at the top of the post to take a look).
While much was done, a lot was left undone on purpose such as the raw plaster walls and the old wooden stairway railings leading to the restrooms upstairs (a ground-level restroom serves guests with special needs).
It's a few Jameson shots chased by PBRs for the guys and Moscow mules for the ladies as we squeeze into the booth before making our way back to the station.
Next, it's on to South Pasadena where we're headed for our only Irish pub of the day, Griffins of Kinsale. It's just four doors away from the station. It's packed, standing room only, and a very loud band is play David Bowie's "Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars."
I love it but I turn around and see that I have lost the rest of the party. I go back outside and they're on the sidewalk..."it's too loud," they say. Oh well, instead we opt for the quieter confines of Nicole's around the corner.
This French store and cafe serves us well while we're here in South Pas. The ladies have a glass of the house chardonnay while the guys have a glass of Craftsman lager before getting back on board.
The next stop is a little more like it. Near the Memorial Park station in Old Pasadena, we find The Blind Donkey pub and have some sour gose beer. The two staff members are a bit overwhelmed by the holiday merry makers so service was a bit lacking.
The beer was good, though.
Next stop was the Arcadia station and the Vendome liquor store across the street. Usually at this point, we would head to Mt. Lowe Brewery down the back alley but they were having an indoor kids movie festival today while Vendome (which has a nice little beer bar up front) was serving Irish specialties.
I forgot all about that, though, as I had a Belgian quad (name escapes me) while we exchanged bar info and restaurant information with the bartender who was glad to finally see some customers in his little bar that day.
One more stop as we end the day in Azusa at the Catholic school themed Congregation Ale House and brewery here for dinner outside on their patio while we all tipsily recount the day.
That's it from our latest crawl, maybe we'll catch you on the next one.
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Friday, March 23, 2018
After turning off of the highway; onto a side road; onto another smaller road; fording a creek in our car; and then up the final dirt road; Letty and I decide to skip the tour and head into the Quonset hut that serves as the Ojai Olive Oil Company’s production facility and tiny tasting room…
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From Los Angeles, Ojai is a 90 minute drive away, tucked about a dozen miles up the hill behind the coastal town of Ventura. If you’d like to skip the drive, AMTRAK can take you from L.A. to Ventura. From the train station, you can catch the SCAT line 16 bus which will take you up to Ojai. A local trolley can get you around town. The entire route is wheelchair accessible.
Our trip was a driving trip. While Tim spends the night with his uncles, Letty and I are having an anniversary getaway.
It’s still early when we arrive, so a side trip to the olive farm at Ojai Olive Oil is in order.
Stabbing a cube with a toothpick, we dip it into the first of the oils. The extra virgin oil tastes a bit grassy…I don’t know if that is how it’s supposed to taste, but not one I particularly enjoy. Better are some other oils down the line that exude a pepperiness, one that is infused with basil, and another tinged with garlic.
Also on sale here are a range of Balsamic vinegars imported from Italy. While most of the tasters in the room are wild for the peach flavored vinegar, I’m partial to just the plain variety.
We pick up a few bottles and pay. Outside, up against the rocky hillside, is a great picnic area. Up above, one might see a giant bird flying in the distance if they’re lucky. Nearby is the habitat of the extremely endangered California Condor, one of the largest birds in the world. Saved from the absolute brink of extinction, they are gradually being re-introduced in the wild here. We’re not lucky today and have no food for a picnic so we make our way back down the hill to Highway 33.
Once back at the road, a quick couple of blocks takes us to Boccali’s, a roadside Italian restaurant just outside of town. There’s a quaint, roadhouse feel to the place with its lively patio, large lawn area (closed today), and small dining room out in the country. At this cash-only restaurant, we just have a salad, some bread, and a glass of beer from their tap.
The pizzas and sandwiches looked delicious, but we’re also saving room for a good dinner later.
After lunch, we figure it’s time to check in now. Our lodging would be at Casa Ojai, just east of downtown. Although the outside looks pretty generic, the room is a bit beyond that with a very comfortable king size bed, a nice sized living area off to the side with love seat and coffee table, flat screen TV, small refrigerator, and a large closet area.
Casa Ojai makes it known that they are the “greenest” hotel in town. That means various things are done to reduce waste and the hotel’s carbon footprint such as using saltwater in pool & spa, putting recycling bins in each room along with the trash cans, using low flow shower heads, low flush toilets, and putting all soaps, shampoos, and lotions into wall-mounted dispensers instead of little, plastic bottles on the counter. Even the coffee mugs are ceramic to eliminate Styrofoam cups.
We’re traveling without Tim so our room is a non-accessible, second floor room with an amazing view to the east. Two barrier-free rooms are available with roll-in showers, one with a king bed and the other with two queen size beds.
After check-in, we go over to the small downtown area to do some shopping. Not a lot of bargains to be had here but Rains, an actual old-town, independent upscale department store, is a great place to browse around. It’s kind of amazing that it still exists in this world of big mergers and disappearing stores.
After parking back at the hotel, we walk a couple of blocks to the Ojai Beverage Company where wine and beer tasting are offered for a nominal fee. The store has a huge selection of wines, beers, and liquor. We get a couple of Belgian-style sour ales and a regular Belgian tripel to take back to the hotel where we enjoy them while swimming a sunning by the pool.
For dinner, we go back into downtown and get a window table at Azu, a Mediterranean-influenced bistro serving tapas and entrees.
Starting off with a great salad and creamy tomato soup, we get three tapas to share…a crawfish dish that was on special that night, lamb kababs, and a chile relleno. I have to note that it was all delicious and the relleno the star of the show. It was not like a Mexican relleno with the thick batter and sauce, but more European in the lightness of taste and the tomato based sauce it was served with. It was incredibly good, different, and the pepper was spicy. The ingredients only served to enhance the natural flavor of the chile.
After a good night’s sleep on the very comfortable bed, we head to the west side of town and have breakfast at Egg’s ‘n Things. This is the Ojai branch of a small, Ventura based chain. After ordering our food, the server pops a couple of crepes on the table.
“This is your complimentary Swedish pancake while you wait for your food,” she says.
It’s perfect with the buttery crepe, sprinkled with powdered sugar and topped with a dollop of jelly. Breakfast arrives and we have a little feast with omelets, pancakes, biscuits, and bacon. Not a bad thing on the table.
After eating, it’s a stop at the local farmer’s market, held each Sunday morning behind Rain’s. We pick up some tangerines and sample some great oranges…this is citrus country and this is the season. We also meet some orchid growers that worked at the same nursery we did many years ago and pick up a plant for my wife’s mom.
We check out, and head home via the back road…a continuation of Highway 33 through Santa Paula and Fillmore. Numerous fruit stands line the road, beckoning us to sample their citrus. We stop at one and buy some of the tastiest navel oranges I’ve had in years.
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
Kirkwood Ski Area
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Roman Fuchs under CC-BY-SA license
Lake Tahoe is a very special place for me. It was my annual Spring Break destination for a week of skiing and...uh...other activities while in my younger days.
Now that this year's storms have arrived, the snow around the lake is better than it's been in years. Tahoe is home to over a dozen ski areas. Here are my favorites:
1. Kirkwood - about 25 miles southwest of Tahoe. Simply the best place I've ever skiied. Very challenging with some remote open bowls and skinny chutes. Worth the effort to get to. Limited adaptive skiing available (mostly for blind skiers).
2. Alpine Meadows - Large, open bowls. Great crowd, little attitude. Skiing available late into the season...I've skiied here in June. Full adaptive ski program.
3. Mt. Rose/Slide Mountain - Scary steep slope with unbelievable views of Reno on the Slide Mountain side of things.
4. Sierra-at-Tahoe - Known as Sierra Ski Ranch in my Spring Break days. Mellow, fun place. Not too challenging, but this is where we almost went off the cliff during a run through the trees.
5. Heavenly Valley - Massive. Expensive. And a bit overrated. I do like the extremely long runs and being able to start in one state and end in another.
6. Squaw Valley - Eh, I didn't really have too much fun here. Much better at any of the resorts above.
Monday, March 19, 2018
I hadn't seen Jim in over 30 years. In the intervening years, he'd done a stint in the Navy, gotten married, had a bout with cancer, and earned a degree.
He's also a very good woodworker and I'd contracted him to make a piece for me. Instead of having him ship it to me, I thought it'd be nice to drive up to his town...Oxnard, California...pick it up in person, and spend a little time chatting with my old friend.
Catching up over a late breakfast, or lunch if you're Tim, at a very good Golden Egg restaurant patio overlooking the adjacent boat harbor, we decided that we'd make the most of the rest of our day.
Saying our goodbyes to Jim, we head over to nearby Somis. It's a little town just northeast of Camarillo.
Last year, we got a tour of the Sriracha sauce factory at Huy Fong Foods in Irwindale, California. That's the end of the line for production of this very popular hot sauce.
The beginning of the line is in Moorpark at Underwood Farms where special jalapenos are grown for the sauce. Here in nearby Somis is another branch of Underwood Farms.
While not the mothership, this smaller farm is still well worth a visit. Out back are pens for chickens, alpacas, and sheep.
A large goat pen allows feeding of the pigmy goats but, unfortunately, no petting. Stairs and elevated walkways let these natural climbers to what they do best.
Picnics can be eaten in the area set up in a persimmon and orange grove. In fall, a corn maze and pumpkin patch beckons the small set.
Of course, there's also the farm store with an excellent selection of fresh produce. We buy some incredible strawberries to munch on through the day and head out.
Back on the Ventura Freeway, we head through the road's namesake to the north end of town where we turn up highway 33 for the short drive up the mountain to the lovely little town of Ojai.
Along the way, we pass through Casitas Springs, which has a sign saying "the home of Johnny Cash." Cash did buy a trailer park here for his parents and built a house up on the hill but this was his dark, drug filled days where he was out on the road 250 days a year.
First wife Vivian and daughter Rosanne spent more time here than he did.
Ojai is just a right turn away a few minutes later. Sitting at the bottom of the Sespe Range, home of the rejuvenated population of California Condors, Ojai is now a town of tony B and B's, expensive restaurants, and spas.
I remember there is a parking lot one block north of the main drag, behind the shops that line Ojai Avenue in the heart of town, and head back there to find a prime spot in the little plaza hidden back there.
Decent, accessible public restrooms are there along with a myriad assortment of shops, restaurants, and one of the last remaining independent department stores, Rains.
We stroll through the passageways, Tim and I usually waiting outside while Letty browses the goods within the shops, before ending up at Rains .
We're about done here but just have one last thing to do, eat. It's about 4:30 and the restaurant we were originally going to eat at, Azu, doesn't serve dinner until 5:30.
I remembered an Italian place we walked by earlier with a happy hour sign in the window. Going back, we find Osteria Monte Grappa. It's a dollar off beer, two off of wine, and three off of their wood-fired pizzas.
We decide to give it a try.
Turns out that the only food they serve at happy hour is the pizza so Tim and I share their inferno pizza...pepperoni, olives, and a spicey tomato sauce...while Letty enjoys a pizza Margherita.
It is very, very good.
Stomach's sated, it's an easy and relaxed drive back down the hill. Shoulda took that left turn at Thousand Oaks, though, because the traffic back in the San Fernando Valley was a nightmare.
Lucky, we had some great relaxation to help get us through.
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