Tuesday, September 18, 2012

From Dough to Dough and Back to Dough

The Pendergrass Restaurant is now open for business!

The new restaurant sits at the bottom of the old Pendergrass Building on the corner of Fifth & San Benito Streets. Being "old", I still remember when that space was the California-something Bank where I had my first not-a-Bank-of-America savings account. I have no idea whether that was the first bank there. And, I can't recall when the last bank left that spot. The Pendergrass was built in 1927 as both a hotel and office building. If I'm remembering correctly, the building also had a restaurant. Ah, see, the benefits of being "old".

Buena fortuna, Pendergrass Restaurant!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The 19th Hole

Martini coins? Jalapeno coins? Popper rounds? 

I just can't remember the name of the delicious deep-fried coin-shaped jalapenos that the 19th Hole Booze & Food serves in a martini glass, topped with an olive. I could just eat that with a green salad and a glass of beer. Yummm. 

The 19th Hole in Tres Pinos has been around since 1883. It's yet another fun place to stop for lunch (Thursday through Sunday) in the small village after a cruise through the back roads of San Benito County, a drop from a plane, a hike at the Pinnacles, a movie in Hollister, or whatever else you've been doing. Dinner, too, I bet. 

For photos, menus, and other stuff about the local watering hole, check out these links: 

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Art All Around

These PG&E thingies are on the sidewalk in front of Heavenly Bakery on the corner of Sixth and San Benito Streets.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Toot! Toot!

Slowly, but surely, the train rumbles towards Second Street on it way out of town.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Break Time

From the late 1940s to the early 1970s, my dad irrigated many of the farm fields in San Benito County, including some off Bolsa Road, aka Highway 25. He and the fields were my babysitter when I was a small kid.  Sometimes at the end of the day he would let my tiny chubby hands turn off that cartoon-looking pump that somehow fed water to all those irrigation pipes.

To this day I love the lay of the fields as they sprawl towards the hills. The quietness that I remember of the fields still translates whenever I look at them. And, yes, there are days when I drive the Bolsa that I can see me, the little girl playing alongside the irrigation ditches as her father does his work.

Okay, enough of the sentimentality. This here blogger is taking a rest from posting on Take 25 for a a week, maybe two.  Enjoy the summer days and nights.

Until later, dear readers,
Su-sieee! Mac



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