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Old Timer
Posted On Tuesday November 13, 2007 By Jack PhillipsThe Central Park Casino was a real fabulous Landmark in Central Park. It was a great nightspot as well as a beautiful spot for icecream & cake, etc in the afternoons. It was where the elite meet, strictly for the rich during the Great Depretion. I believe Eddy Duchin and his band made it famous & vice versa. I don’t have any pictures but if you contact his son Peter Duchin he probably has some. Mayor Jimmy Walker, spent many evenings there; he was involvled in many scandals and eventually was not re-elected for that reason — and as a result the Casino was torn down.
See This Location: Central Park (Just South of the Bandshell in the Mall), New York, NYComment
Restaurante Vista Al Mar
Posted On Friday September 14, 2007 By Jesús Cáceres
Restaurante especializado en cocina marinera y mediterránea, pescados y mariscos frescos diariamente de la lonja de la ciudad, espectaculares vistas desde la terraza situada junto la antigua muralla.
Tags: españa, restaurante
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Tuba City Truck Stop
Posted On Sunday April 29, 2007 By Paul V.
Tuba City is in northern Arizona, on the Navajo reservation, not far from the Grand Canyon, although most visitors to the Grand Canyon have probably never been there.
I probably wouldn’t have sought it out every time I was within a hundred miles, either, if not for the Tuba City Truck Stop, more like an old diner with a big parking lot, gas stations across the highway and the main street of Tuba City cutting across the other way. Truly the crossroads of Navajo and Hopi territory.
You could always find an interesting mix of people inside although, for the most part, it was Native Americans – or “First People,” as some of them now call themselves. “Indians” was what we called them when I was a kid, and the further back you go, the more derogatory the labels get. That’s not why I’m posting here, though.
I’m posting here because I miss the Tuba City Truck stop. One time, only a few years ago, I was heading down from Utah and on my way to Southern New Mexico. For about three hours, my mouth was watering over the thought of the Navajo Taco I was going to eat. The Truck Stop made a ton of great and unique dishes, but this was their most famous: real fry bread topped with beans – in the vegetarian version – lettuce, tomatoes, onions and cheese. Not comlex-sounding, but exquisite when done right, and they always did it right.
I would always get that and an iced tea. If I was feeling particularly gluttonous, I would get some jalapeno poppers, as well, then settle back in the seat of my truck, loosen my belt a little, and dazedly drive in whatever direction I was heading.
After I turned into the parking lot, I was horrified to see the whole structure gone. I went into the mini mart across the street and asked about it. They were a bit disinterested, but told me some story – not sure it was true or not, as is so often the case on the rez – about them not paying Hopi taxes or some such nonsense. They also told me that the same people were making the tacos at the trading post down the road in Cameron. I actually headed there, but my heart was broken. The Truck Stop had been perfect – it was small; it was a real social hub; it had a little outdoor desert garden with tables to eat at, shaded by canopies. It was old, but lovingly maintained.
When I got to Cameron, I just could not handle the tourist scene. I left.
One of the most treasured things I own is a t-shirt from the Tuba City Truck Stop.
Tags: american, arizona, hopi, native, stop, tacos, truck
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