“Pomona A to Z” is on an end-cap display at Rhino Records (235 Yale Ave., Claremont) right when you walk in, my book placed between Led Zeppelin vinyl reissues and Morrissey’s new album. This is such a thrill, I’ve gone in twice just to admire my end-cap. As of Sunday, Rhino had sold four copies of my book, enough to put me at No. 10 in sales for the week. Morrissey was No. 1.
In a surprise, a Walmart Neighborhood Market is headed for Pomona without any public meetings. Officials decided that since the grocery was replacing a 99 Cents Only store, permits could be granted with only staff review. (They took a more democratic approach in La Verne, sending the matter to the Planning Commission anyway.)
That news leads off Sunday’s column, which also has news from Chino and Ontario, and two Culture Corner items.
It was another unusual Ontario City Council meeting, and your humble servant was there to take notes (and file public records requests later). Read all about it in Friday’s column.
* Newest feather in his cap: Councilman Avila now has his own “topics” page on the Daily Bulletin’s website. All our Avila news (mostly my columns) gathered in one handy spot!
Cannataro’s, 12345 Mountain Ave. (at 60), Chino
Cannataro’s is a family owned Italian restaurant and one of the better-known eateries in Chino. That’s why, when friends and I were brainstorming a Chino place to meet at, Cannataro’s came up immediately as one we were curious about.
Located in a small shopping center on Mountain Avenue just below the 60 Freeway, Cannataro’s isn’t exactly in a Tuscan glade, but on the other hand it’s easy enough to find. The interior is casual and unpretentious. Apparently it was updated not long ago. The menu has pasta, seafood, chicken, veal and steak, sandwiches, calzones and pizzas. Entrees range from $7 to $17 and pizzas from $7 to $22.
We got our own entrees: pasta primavera ($12), pasta Cannataro’s ($12), a small Hawaiian pizza ($12, below) and an antipasto salad ($9, bottom). Two got Italian sodas ($3), vanilla and coconut, which they liked.
Reactions from those who ordered the dishes: The pasta primavera “needed salt.” (Luckily, this unusual seasoning could be found inches away.) The ham and pineapple pizza, whose right to exist was vigorously debated at our table, was nevertheless said to be “delicious.” The salad was “fantastic.” My pasta Cannataro’s (chicken breast in olive oil with basil and sundried tomatoes in penna pasta) was okay, but bland. I wouldn’t order it again.
Overall, we were satisfied, but unexcited. It’s worth mentioning too that the service was a little friendlier and more personal than the norm. Reviews on Yelp are all over the place: Cannataro’s gets 4 stars out of 5, but a lot of people are at one end or the other.
At the end of Wednesday’s column on Metrolink cutting the 11 p.m. weekday train from L.A. to San Bernardino, I mention the Red Car trolley schedule from 1914. Below is the full schedule as taken from the July 12, 1914 San Bernardino Daily Sun. (It’s unclear if the weekend schedule was the same or different.) Read more about the Red Cars on Wikipedia’s entry here; the photo above is from Wikipedia too.
SAN BERNARDINO TO LOS ANGELES (times leaving SB/arriving in LA)
6:38 a.m./8:55 a.m.
8:08 a.m./10:30 a.m.
10:05 a.m./12:31 p.m.
1:05 p.m./3:21 p.m.
4:05 p.m./6:30 p.m.
5:08 p.m./7:25 p.m.
7:30 p.m./9:19 p.m.
10:28 p.m./12:53 a.m.
LOS ANGELES TO SAN BERNARDINO (times leaving LA/arriving in SB)
3 a.m./5:22 a.m.
7:20 a.m./9:10 a.m.
9 a.m./11:20 a.m.
11:30 a.m./2:05 p.m.
2:15 p.m./4:35 p.m.
4:23 p.m./6:40 p.m.
7:10 p.m./9:29 p.m.
11:15 p.m./1:41 a.m.
As a point of comparison, here’s the Metrolink schedule for the San Bernardino Line: more trains than 1914, and faster travel times (faster trains and/or fewer stops), but clumped together at rush hours rather than spaced out over 24 hours.
Starting Oct. 1, the last weekday Metrolink train from L.A. back to San Bernardino will leave at 9:30 p.m. because the 11 p.m. train will be axed. Three other weekday trains will also be cut to save money. Naturally this is a near-and-dear issue to yours truly. Wednesday’s column explains the whys and wherefores.
Ontario reader and fiscal watchdog Earl DeVries sent this photo of Ontario’s Bon View Elementary after reading mention in Friday’s column about its newfound status. “This school has the money to put up a new sign as the International Baccalaureate School but can’t fix its sprinklers,” DeVries groused. “I guess there is no drought in OMSD, even in their coffers. Money and water to waste.”
He added that the school has three flag poles but only flies two flags. Maybe the third flag could be for Waterworld.
Brand Bookshop is one of my favorites, both for what it is and where it is. It’s a great used bookstore, open since 1985, with personality and a deep selection of 100,000 books. And it’s located on Brand Boulevard in Glendale, the downtown drag, with shops and restaurants all around and, across the street, the grand 1925 Art Deco Alex Theatre and a second used bookstore, Book Fellows. Best block in SoCal? Well, it’s not, but it’s in the running.
Brand, alas, is closing next month. Owner Jerome Joseph, who’s in his 80s, suffered a fall last year and can no longer run the business, according to a sad story in the Glendale News-Press, and his son, Noriaki Nakano, who’s 66, is ready to retire.
The store, at 231 N. Brand, never really made the transition to the Internet age, and up until a year or two ago still contacted customers (like me) by postcard to announce sales. I only visited once a year or so, but I usually bought something and sometimes sold something.
Joseph was a bookstore owner of the old school. He knew his stock well and had a quick wit and a sharp tongue. He referred to employees, even his son, in gentlemanly fashion as Mr. or Ms.
“Mr. Nakano!” he would call out. “Do we have” — and he would name a title. “We do, Mr. Joseph,” his son might say.
A small touch, but the store sold handmade bookmarks made from laminated foreign postage stamps. I think they sold for $1 from a basket in front of the register; Joseph once gave me one with my purchase. It’s lovely (see picture at bottom) and I still use it.
One that got away: a vintage slipcased set of the then-three “Dune” novels by Frank Herbert was on the paperback SF shelves about three years ago for $15, or maybe $12. I saw it, thought about it, walked away. Ten minutes later, having persuaded myself, I walked back to claim it and it was already gone.
One example of the store’s personality: the copious number of categories. The LA Times says a master list was available at the counter and bore “1,500 highly curated categories,” citing a few: Papacy & Vatican, ESP, General Military Aviation, Sea Adventures, Gold Rush and Shrubbery. The ones I loved were in the sociology area, side by side on the same shelf: Hoboes and Elitism and the Rich (see below).
Passing by on the 101 on June 5, I stopped at Brand for old times’ sake. Books are 50 percent off the marked price. Shelves were starting to empty, although they still had tens of thousands, and to slip into alphabetical disarray.
I didn’t buy anything as I’m on a book diet, but I’m glad to have stopped in to say goodbye to paths I have trod many times: graphic novels to classics to science fiction to mystery to fiction and then through the doorway to the store’s far side: books on books, humor, music and California. In retrospect I wish I’d bought a second bookmark.
Bookfellows (238 N. Brand) is arguably superior, at least for genre reading, and I’ll still visit it on days when the Alex (216 N. Brand) screens a classic I want to see, but I’ll miss having that other store, Brand Bookshop, the third leg of a great cultural triangle.
Sunday’s column has my first mention in print (i.e., not on my blog) of my upcoming book, “Pomona A to Z,” and details about the launch party this Friday. And there’s an awesome photo.
I had originally figured I would write a whole column about my book, but modesty got the best of me. Instead, the column continues with four Ontario items and five Culture Corner items, as well as a plug for this blog.
Friday’s column is about my rare attendance at a school board meeting, in this case of the Ontario-Montclair School District, and about Superintendent James Hammond, who is said to be doing great things, and is being well-paid for doing so.