Saturday, July 23, 2016

The Cave Guestbook.

It's easy, really.  You come in, you sign in, you do your thing, you sign out, you leave. 

The sign-in book existed when I came into this job.  It was a yellow legal pad.  It was divided into five columns: Date, Locker Number, Name, Time In, and Time Out. Nice old school way to keep track of things.  Very helpful that one time a really honest guy reported a bottle of wine sitting in the middle of the aisle.  All I had to do was look on the guest pad to see who'd been in that day, and VOILA!  Mystery solved!

In 2010, the legal pad was replaced by a Mead-like Composition book, but with recycled paper.  Ever Forward! Well, actually Ever Forward! would be something digital, but we like to keep a reverent bit of old school going.  It took about 6 years: the current guest book recently saw its last, dog-eared page.

There were MANY times when, while drawing four lines with the ruler to make the five columns, I wanted to shake things up a bit, like draw the lines at a diagonal,   or skip a line, or have no lines, or shake up the order of the columns.  Hilarity would ensue!  Okay, most likely not, so 200 times I ruled 5 straight lines in good order.

I may have abstained from guest book fun and games, but not everyone did.  Below is one gentleman's entire list of aliases entered into our guest book, a one-time joke become a well-honed routine. He'd saddle up to the guest book after his withdrawal/deposit, sometimes in lengthy consideration, other times with swift inspiration. I was not allowed to look at it until after he left.  It never disappointed. 

The list:

Bozo Jones
Lee Dickman IV
Boo Dugan, in locker #JRTX3
Peter Paul Blues, locker Q1
Dutch Denmark
Bob the Gambler
Todd Ditts, Jr.
Rebel Lee Jones
Jude Dickes
Horus Cohen
Billy Bob Titus, IV
Buzz Supken
Big Barnyard Stootz
Buzz Smithereen
Sam Sperling IV
Bud Templeton

Odd Smith
Bobs Fischler
Ralph Tummy
Boyd Stitts
Wild Man Noozy
Jack A'Holeski
Carlitos Gardenberg  IV

Franz Kafkasky

Now we have a new guest book.  It's spiral bound, much cleaner in presentation.  First entry in it?  Justin.  

...but give it time.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

The mystery of the secret tunnel, and other Hot Glendale gossip from the locals.

There is this thing called Facebook, and The Cave has a page on FB that has been broken for three months.  I can post, but I can't access the feed.  Ergo, the many interests we share - beer, wine, historical buildings, and all things local - have been inaccessible.

So instead I've been trolling other FB bits of interest, and this is from the group "Growing up in Glendale in the 60's and 70's."  (There is also a group called Vintage Glendale which we will do another time.)  I scrolled back through to the beginning of this group, and this post is about what bits of interest were found.  But first, The Mystery of the Secret Tunnel, which has taken me three months to solve...or is it?  Solved?

It begins with this, posted July 2013.

She later insists:

We get our first clues:

We get an attempt of reason:

And it's true, The Silver Room was here in the basement of the old hotel.  But does that negate the original claim? The mystery is ON.  Stop 1, The Tattoo Parlor.  Why? Because The Cave was built in 1982, so if there were a secret tunnel down here, it's behind lockers. Also, the matter is easily resolved based on one thing: is there a basement in the building across the street.

That's Body Shop Tattoo, behind the tree and wedged between the pawn shop and Dave's.  (Hey, not every corner in Glendale can be Caruso Affiliated.)

I asked the guy, "Is there a basement in this building?" 
Not to his knowledge.
"Did this used to be a barber shop?"

He suggested I try Dave's. Dave's was not the barber shop because Dave's is the oldest bar in Glendale.  I went to Dave's.  I asked the guy, "Is there a basement in this building?" Not to his knowledge.  I asked if there might be one that has since been locked up, inaccessible.  He suggested I try the owner who was on vacation.  I left The Cave contact info.  The woman sitting on the bar stool chimed in that the tunnel was actually a sewer pipe and it was filled in when they re-paved Broadway in the eighties.  The possibly sotted plot thickens!

While waiting to hear from the owner of Dave's, I emailed some people who were affiliated with this building for many years, during the time period in question. Broadway-Glendale Co. bought the building in 1975.  The basement was virtually untouched, the original restaurant, its horseshoe bar, intact.  If there were a tunnel, it would be evident then.  Was it?  The answer was no, that there was no memory of a tunnel.

After a few weeks I went back to Dave's.  "Not to his knowledge," the guy told me, though the owner has only been around a certain time and may not know.  This time, I was given the number of the management company for the block.  I called.

"Is there a basement in that building."  I told the woman who got stuck with me and my query that I thought no one wanted to tell me because they thought I might be a terrorist.  SHE told me: that there actually IS, not so much a basement as a small storage area. But not under the tattoo parlor - nee - barber shop. 

So there was no secret tunnel running from the once barber shop, under Broadway, to The Hotel Glendale basement during prohibition or ever.

HOWEVER.  There are other possibilities, very real ones, and the plot thickens.  Stay with me here:
1. There is a barber shop:

This is the current barber shop on the retail level of the old Hotel, Sevak Haircut Store.

And this is...Sevak?  No, Mike.  Sevak is his son. When Mike took over the space 27 years ago, he changed the name to Sevak which means there has been a barber shop in this space a really long time, if not forever.  There seems to be a barber pole on the building in old photos, but it's not clear enough to be sure.   Mike has been cutting hair 55 years.  He was born in Iran, then lived in Armenia, and then Glendale.  He's been to 80 countries, he tells me. He loves to travel.

2. There is a stairway to the basement:  Once upon a time, the main stairwell of the lobby indeed continued down to the basement, a sweeping entrance into the restaurant and social room. That stairwell was closed off when not only The Cave was built, but when the rest of the basement was made into offices during the Broadway-Glendale Co. era.  The defunct restaurant into which it swept - though I've never seen nor read about how it looked - may well indeed have had the red booths and black and white tile so vividly remembered.

BUT. The barber shop does not connect to the lobby.

3. There are other stairs to the basement: 

Some of the retail spaces on the Glendale Avenue side of the building do have stairways that lead down to the basement for restroom access.  NONE of the retail spaces on the Broadway side have them.

SO ... could there have once been a stairway from Sevak's that has since been removed to make space for other enterprises?

I scanned the original blueprints and was unable to identify stairs.  Also, the barber shop has no "footprint" of a once existing stairway, though both that floor and the basement ceiling have been covered over. 

SO ... the possibility exists, not of the tunnel, but that the barber shop in the Hotel Glendale once had a stairway the led down to the defunct restaurant/social room where remained red booths and black and white tiles floor. If that is not the case, it may be a confusion of memory with the main stairwell down to the basement.  If THAT is not the case, it is the stuff of pure fun and fiction.  Or maybe there was a tunnel that was paved over in the 'eighties, who knows.


The building on the left and on the top right are The Maryland Hotel, on the corner of Maryland and Wilson. The two remaining photos are of The Hotel Glendale.

Though the old Hotel has had its storied past, and there is across the street two pawn shops and a tattoo parlor and a bar, look what the new owners have done to it:  Glendale Flats.

The milk doors are still there.

Sadly, the basement door with the original KIEV radio signs has been recently removed.

Mmmm, Rhinegold beer, my favorite. It exquisitely  pairs with Pall Malls.   Glendale Flats is attracting many young urban professionals, or as they are now called, Millennials.  There is here a really nice mix of culture, age, and languages.

The Cave Wine Storage is still there, also known as HERE.

My AC service tech and I have been together eight years and only discovered his last visit that we both think one of the rooms here entirely creepy and haunted.

Now that the bricks are exposed post-renovation, I'll also be thinking of the great grandfather and others whose hands laid them.

The service elevator was an afterthought.  The Hotel was built without one, considered only one of the Hotel's many failures.  If you stand  on Glendale Ave. north of the building and look up, you'll see a line of windows covered over.  They took out a swath of the building to add the elevator.  I once lived in an apartment under the motor of that elevator and it was the bane of my existence.  Now I know who to blame.

I messaged Sherry Phelps Holt in hopes of getting more stories from her about the Hotel during her tenure, but I've not heard back.

If you have any stories or old family photos of the old Hotel Glendale, please do share.

Saturday, June 4, 2016

Oh no, we're nominated, how did THAT happen?


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Wine storage ... exciting stuff!  Seemingly a blog predominate of low-lights, The Cave is really an old library filled with dusty tomes and  personal stories. Sometimes I am fortunate enough to glimpse a few, share in them, and on a good day celebrate alongside.  I once realized, wrote, "I am the keeper of the stories."  Yep.

Here are some recent Cave stories.
Wine Sunday.
Winos Past.
Sipping Summer.  
The Deanster Cometh .
The Hotel Glendale in Valleyvalley California.
The 24-case locker fully realized.


Sunday, May 8, 2016

What we're drinking.

Not that much, actually.  Sometimes life requires you to show up.  Fortunately, I found my way through this cast of characters.  Not all at one sitting. And lots of it was exactly great.

While at Whole Foods recently, I was looking to see if there were a juice box version of wine.  Well, I was looking to see one could enjoy a glass of wine the way one can enjoy a beer. 

Look at Sake, single servings.  BEAUTIFUL. Simple glass, classic lines, great design, great labels, artwork - everything about it beautiful.

Wine? UGH. Or UGHly. Most likely plasticware.  Most likely less than par wine. One of those single serve sake's up there is almost $300, the others between $13 and $20. 

This? A four-pack is around $10.  The wine must be GREAT.

But I would pay $8 for one decent wine in a well-designed container.  Maybe $10.

Thus, beer it often is.

Over the course of one weekend, both of these went down. Of course the Yeti Imperial Stout is a big bit of deliciousness, but Alchemist Brewery's Heady Topper was a revelation.  Partial to stouts, this IPA (difficult to get, only available in Vermont, I'm well-connected, thank you David) was too darn GOOD.  I don't know enough about beer or hops or anything, really, when you get down to it.  But this stuff was good above and beyond the idea of beer.  It transcended beerness.  That's how good it was. 

I picked this stuff up at Glendale's own Topline, home of the world's worst website.  Why do they have a website at all?  Just GO there and when you walk in, Michael the Younger will put something in your hands with emphatic confidence that you will love it.  I was really impressed by this while enjoying this because he's always been right.  He knows my price range. If I've selected something on my own he'll send me to a better wine at the same price. He often says, If you want to spend a few dollars more try this one, it's so much better (which I've done, he's so emphatically convincing). I have no idea what this stuff is. Michael handed it to me, it was within my budget, and it was good.

Then one of those The Cave moments, maybe, I'm not sure, I didn't see anything.

That Thomas Hardy Ale?  1987!  All these kids who've "discovered" microbrews?  Some guy put this in his locker before they were born.  BOOM!

It was, you know, really sublime. An ale that acquired depth and weight, like it was aged in an old bourbon barrel. Zero fizz. 

The Old Crustacean, also zero fizz, also a barley wine, 1995 and brewed in Oregon, fell open for comparison sake. Science. Completely opposite the Thomas Hardy. Still bright and fruity.  A really interesting study of one idea with two results.

 Which brings us to this weekend.  Around Wednesday, I declared, out loud, THERE WILL BE WINE THIS WEEKEND.  Then Friday, the gentleman said to me, Are you up for and experiment?  He went on to say there was a 60% chance this wine, a 2004, would be spent.  I countered that I'm so ignorant to these sorts of things I wouldn't know the difference. 

When I first started working here, the same gentleman pulled two identical bottles from his locker, one given to me.  I thought it was terrible, over, undrinkable.  He thought it was great.  Sine then I've never trusted my understanding of any thing wine. Over the years I've two or three times had a wine that was similar, and been forced to confess my ignorance in sophistication and palate to the most generous donor. 

So, what do I know about wine and these matter?  (Nothing.)  The first night this wine was good, alive and intact but there was a sweetness to it that was separate from everything else and also dominant.  The second night this had integrated.  We spent six, chill, slow hours together, and the wine just got better and better, gentler, more elegant as it went along. Gorgeous.

I'm sure I've mentioned this more than once, Max and I one day talking about the few things in life, the necessary things in life, that restore us to ourselves.  It is a clearly defined moment, having spent a week with my family a few years ago, and thinking towards the end there, I really just want a good glass of wine.  The necessary thing that can restore a sense of civility while navigating the sometimes rocky terrain.

Minus the one plonk, these were all donations to the cause.  As always, what a curious and generous Cave I inhabit.  Cheers.