Sunday’s column starts with the resolution to an incident in which a Pomona College student was detained at an airport for carrying flash cards to help him learn Arabic. I guess that’s a no-no. Also: four items from Chino, the movie schedule for February at Ontario’s library and a short tribute to Rancho Cucamonga’s Frank Annunziato.
Monthly Archives: January 2015
Column: Preppers can stock up at Upland pre-disaster store
The parking lot signs say “The Survival Store,” the store says “Prep and Save,” and they’re both great names. This latest, and most unusual, addition to the retail landscape is the focus of Friday’s sillier-than-usualĀ column.
Restaurant of the Week: Noodle House
Noodle House, 2935 Chino Ave. (at Peyton), Chino Hills
Chino Hills is home to numerous Chinese restaurants in the San Gabriel Valley style, and if perhaps not to that level, they’re often very good. I tried another one recently pretty much at random: Noodle House.
It’s in a Mediterranean-looking shopping plaza maybe a half-mile west of the 71 Freeway and near the Harkins 18. At least one other Chinese eatery is in the center, Home Cooking. Haven’t tried that one. Noodle House is small and bustling. I was there for a late lunch and the place was almost full. Someone had just left, thankfully, and I was given their table once it was cleaned.
The menu had appetizers, soups, dry noodle dishes and specialties. I got a seaweed salad ($3) and shredded pork with dry noodles ($5).
The cold salad was light and lightly chewy; the bowl was hot. I really liked both dishes and took half of each home, where they were also delicious in the coming days.
The staff’s English was pretty good, and service was brisk but not unfriendly. People on Yelp talk about the fried fish filet with seaweed and the beef soup with handcut noodles, so I may not have ordered anything extraordinary. But I recommend the place.
Column: 1950s Ontario strip mall shaken up for Walgreens
Above is a view of the Post Office branch at Fourth and Mountain in Ontario after the adjoining buildings were demolished. Below is a photo from circa 1960 courtesy of the Ontario Planning Department with the Post Office partly visible at left. The Laundramatic and Bank of America buildings were what was demolished. Click on the pictures for a bigger view.
Wednesday’s column begins with an item on the changes. I mention a 2009 blog post of mine with a lot of comments on the old days and the old stores; you can find that by clicking here.
Virginia Dare Winery, 1910
This photo looks north, with Foothill Boulevard (Route 66) running east and west in the foreground. That’s the Virginia Dare Winery in the foreground and nothin’ but agriculture and mountains in the background. Reader James Edwards emailed me the photo after seeing the 1934 and ’46 photos of Upland on this blog. Some of the above property is now the Virginia Dare Winery Center, an office park that fronts Haven Avenue.
Goodbye, and good riddance, to the Mustang
A former adult bookstore building was being torn down last Thursday on Central Avenue below Foothill Boulevard in Upland. It was once Mustang Books and Video, a thorn in the side of Upland City Hall and residents. The area was outside city limits for most of its existence. San Bernardino County negotiated the 2010 closure of the store, which had bedeviled them since at least the 1990s. And now, the vacant building is nearly gone. Its black-wrapped pole sign seems to be in mourning.
Column: Out with ye olde, as Friar Tuck’s goes German
Sunday’s column explains the change at the bar in Pomona built in the shape of a castle, which switched from an English name to a German one, courtesy of a reality-TV series, “Bar Rescue,” as well as getting an upgrade.
Column: He had a Dickens of a reading plan
Friday’s column is about a familiar name on this blog: Doug Evans, a commenter on Reading Log (and other) posts. He recently completed a 15-year quest to read every Charles Dickens novel. He gives us the highlights and lowlights.
Restaurant of the Week: Stein Haus
Stein Haus Brau and Brats, 540 E. Foothill Blvd. (at Towne), Pomona; food service from 2 to 9 p.m. daily
One of the valley’s few examples of roadside architecture, this business built to resemble a castle lies on Route 66 just over the border from Claremont’s restaurant shaped like a tugboat, both of them ’60s holdovers. Pomona’s began life in 1968 as Magic Towers, a King Arthur-themed burger palace for the kiddies, and later became Friar Tuck’s, a dive bar that might appeal to the dissolute grownups those kiddies became.
I never ventured inside. But now it’s been repainted, remodeled and rebranded as Stein Haus, a German-themed bar and restaurant with the aid of the reality-TV show “Bar Rescue.” German? Hey, there’s only so many things you can do with a castle. So for the first time, I went inside one recent afternoon. The dark brown paint outside may be an improvement over the faded gray from the English days.
Inside there’s more brown and dim lighting, with a full bar, a counter and a few tables, plus a small stage, pool tables in the back and a smoker’s patio. The bartender told me the place had been cleaned up considerably, with new carpet replacing “three kinds of tile.”
The menu is small and focused. They still have burgers, jalapeno poppers and other bar food, but they now have a handful of German items: pork schnitzel and bratwurst sandwiches, crispy spaetzle and pretzel bites, as well as a few specialty cocktails. I sat at the bar, ordered a bratwurst ($10, pictured below) — after all, it’s in the restaurant’s sub-name — and hoped for the best.
It took a while, but my brat arrived on a chewy pretzel bun, with spicy mustard (brown, I think, to match the prevailing color scheme) and grilled onions. A side of slaw was vinegary, with cabbage, green pepper and carrots. The whole thing was a pleasant surprise.
Another day, I returned for dinner. It was early and the bar was quiet. I got the other sandwich, the pork schnitzel (also $10; pictured at bottom), which came with crispy spaetzle. I liked the sandwich, which came on rye bread; the spaetzle was like doughy fries, without much taste. That said, I found myself eating it anyway.
I wonder how long the reinvention will last or if the place will backslide, but the adventurous, and people who remember the old days, might get a kick out of stepping inside.
Column: Friends, family remember Besse Fogle at service
Wednesday’s column begins with a few final words about the 101-year-old whose funeral was last week. I also have some brief items about restaurants in Claremont and Rancho Cucamonga, and a reader’s response to my item about water waste.