Palm Springs Swings

Palm Springs 1959 (and now today 50 years later)

 The LA Times has a travel article about how 1959 was so pivotal for Palm Springs (and the world) with lots of first hand recommendations including our fave, Shields Date Farm

Trina Turk photo shoot and house party (via Rose Acodaca)

Lovely blog post from the very stylish Rose Apodaca on her trip to Palm Springs to see Trina.

Great photo of Jonathan chilling at the Ship of the Desert

via http://www.roseapodaca.com

NOOOO....no lights on Kenny's Robot House this year. So sad

No holiday lights at Irwin's house


Homeowner cites city restrictions, time constraint, death as reasons

Terria Smith
The Desert Sun

For Ken Irwin Sr., it would seem that Scrooge is no longer just a character in a book.

Thanks to requests from unhappy neighbors and lengthy negotiations with Palm Springs city officials, in addition to a personal setback, Irwin's Christmas lighting show — a tradition of more than 20 years — will go dark this year.

Irwin, of 1077 Granvia Valmonte in Palm Springs, has decided to discontinue the elaborate annual light and sculpture display at his home.

He said the city of Palm Springs' response to complaints coupled with the death of his sister, who helped sponsor the event each year, caused the cancellation.

“We've certainly done our best to make sure he's in compliance,” Palm Springs City Manager David Ready said of Irwin.

The city worked with Irwin for the past three months after receiving a number of complaints from neighbors, Ready said.

Jim Franklin, president of the Ruth Hardy Park neighborhood organization, said he has received only one complaint about the display.

“I got one call from a guy on the other side of (Avenida) Caballeros We all know Kenny Irwin does this every year. It's like a neighborhood tradition. It was one complaint, so we didn't do anything about it,” Franklin said.

The Palm Springs Fire Department inspected Irwin's home, and the city gave him zoning clearance, Ready said.

Craig Ewing, city planner, said the city also asked that Irwin abide by a rule asking residents not to turn on their Christmas lights until after the city's downtown lights are turned on.

Ready said Irwin's sculptures, which are built of recycled material, could remain.

However, the Irwins could not add to the collection, only replace them, Ready added.

“We're just trying to balance the issues in the neighborhood with his right to have the display,” he said.

After the time spent collaborating with the city and the uncertainty of the negotiations and whether they could comply with the city's requests, Irwin said his son Kenny Irwin Jr., who designs and coordinates the display every year, decided he didn't have enough time to install the millions of lights he uses for the display.

In past years, as many as 5 million lights were used in the elaborate displays.

The younger Irwin usually spends four months working on the project, the elder Irwin said.

“How do you tell people not to come? They come every year,” he said.

For now, it is uncertain if the display will return in 2010.

New Places to Eat in Palm Springs! Yeah!

from the Desert Sun in June:

Desert finds room for new restaurants

Restaurateurs cook up ways to weather summer and recession

Stefanie Frith
The Desert Sun

Opening a restaurant at the start of summer in the desert in a sagging economy might sound like a recipe for disaster.

But a handful of local entrepreneurs are doing just that.

Mindy Reed and Nicolas Klontz, who have operated Zin American Bistro in downtown Palm Springs for five years, last month opened Zini Cafe Med, a Mediterranean-inspired restaurant at 140 S. Palm Canyon Drive in downtown Palm Springs.

Sammy G's Tuscan Grill is now open in Palm Springs, and the Old Creek House is expected to take over the former Cedar Creek Inn site in the city in a few weeks.

Rick's Daily Grill plans to open this summer at the former Bakers Square in Palm Springs, and on Thursday, L'Olivo will open at 333 N. Palm Canyon Drive.

To those sitting on the sidelines, it begs the question, why now?

“It's a good question, one each entrepreneur has to approach themselves,'' said Michael Estrada, president of the Palm Springs Restaurant Association. He also is managing partner of The Falls and Matchbox restaurants in Palm Springs.

“I do think the economy will swing the other direction,'' he said. “While I'd personally be hesitant to open going into the summer months, now may be the best time to negotiate with a landlord than ever before. These places may have been able to cut such good deals to open, that it made good sense at this time.”

Business leaders are hearing anecdotally that commercial leases are more creative, and seem to be bending to fit the needs of tenants. No rent deals for a period of time, leases that raise rent in increments and leasing terms based on upward ticks in sales have been noted.

“My guess is, these decisions are being made because these individual business people recognize that if every there was a time to negotiate a deal, now is the time,'' Estrada said, particularly if it secures position in a lucrative spot. “In a year and a half, when the economy turns around, it may be game-busters.”

Michael Shimer, general manager of Tommy Bahama's Tropical Cafe and Emporium of Palm Desert, said Cafe Zin has a great following, so it would make sense to open close to their original location.

He said some of the restaurants are corporations that likely planned openings here long before the economy took a turn. For some, they may have been following through on the deals they signed.

Long-established restaurants, Shimer said, likely will hold their own through this economy.

“We've had no restaurants close” along El Paseo this year, said Shimer, president of the El Paseo Street Association. “None have opened in the past year,'' either, he said.

But some are in the planning stages, as part of The Garden expansion.

For the newcomers, and even a few mainstays, the going may not be easy as the economy works through its doldrums.

La Veranda European Bistro in Palm Desert opened and closed in a matter of months this year.

But Sal Zavala, general manager at Sammy G's, said he isn't worried about the restaurant surviving the summer. There's entertainment and specials every night, friendly servers and management and a focus on locals, he said.

“The key is to have direct communication with the guests, to see what they want,” Zavala said. “We want to appease people as much as possible.”

Magie Le, owner of L'Olivo, said she will offer self-serve lunches in addition to sit-down dinners. She and partner Ruggero Serrati used to own the same restaurant space, but sold it twice over the years. When the most recent owner couldn't make it, they bought it back.

“We know how to operate in the summer,” Le said. “It will be down, but people still need to go eat sometimes and (downtown) needs a place for lunch.”

That's the mantra shared by Ed Bieler, who plans to open the Old Creek House in the next couple of weeks.

“People like to find a nice restaurant and they still eat three times a day,” Bieler said. “We are trying to accommodate those people.”

Bieler, who has run eight restaurants, said he hopes the Old Creek House's slogan, “food and prices like they should be,” will attract customers.

He said that's the idea behind the self-serve lunches at L'Olivo. Sandwiches and salads for $6 to $7 will be a “good time” for family and friends, she said. Besides, she added, someone needs to come in and eat the salami, bread and cheese Serrati creates.

“I can't eat all that by myself,” she said.

Stefanie Frith covers Palm Springs for The Desert Sun. She can be reached at (760) 778-4757 or stefanie.frith@thedesertsun.com. Staff writer Debra Gruszecki contributed to this story.

A Little Bit of Heaven

(Also posted at La Vie En Robe.)

Took an evening off from my literary labors last Saturday, so that Carole and I could catch our first Palm Springs Power game of the year. The Power is an unaffiliated minor league team that's part of the Southern California Collegiate Baseball Association, though they play teams from all over the west. They've only been around since 2004, but they play in a charmingly spartan ballpark that dates back to 1960 — actually a full decade earlier, if you count its original incarnation as a polo grounds — and which has plenty of history in its (lack of) walls: the California Angels, San Diego Padres and the Seattle Raniers of the old Pacific Coast League all used to train there.

Carole and I have been going to Power games ever since they started playing in 2004, and — along with the games, which are always a blast — it's been fun to watch the gradual improvements the organization has made each year. Although our jury's still out on the new "VIP" tickets, which gets you all the hot dogs and popcorn you can eat (and unlimited $1 draft beers) for $17; not because it doesn't seem like a good deal, but because the seating area is in a lonely section of the park, past the visitor's dugout on the first base line; it's more fun to sit with the rest of the fans. Plus, there didn't seem to be any misters in effect in the VIP area. (I don't mean dudes, but rather the little nozzles that cool you off by spraying water into the air. Though the dudes were in admittedly short supply, as well.)

Great view from there, though, as you can see above — that's Mt. San Jacinto lovely slope in the background, with a bit of the San Bernardino Mountains in the distance.

One of the other new additions to the Power experience is the presence of soul food on the concessions menu. Yep, for real — I've had some great dining experiences at minor league ballparks, but I've never been to one that's offered a genuine pulled-pork sandwich. (I know, I know, one can probably find 'em at ballparks all over the south; but I've never been to a minor league game east of the Mississippi.) The chow in question is catered by Big Mama's Soul Food from Cathedral City; we'd been there once about a year ago and were fairly underwhelmed, but the pulled-pork sandwich I had at the ballpark was very good; the meat wasn't as flavorful as I would have liked, but it wasn't too greasy or fatty, either — and the barbecue sauce had a nice zing to it. Fine cole slaw and tater salad, too!

Oh yeah — the game itself, against the Colorado Sox, was pretty exciting. A back-and-forth game that included some fine fielding plays (and a few awful ones), a long home run by the Sox first baseman (first time I've ever seen someone hit one out of Palm Springs  Stadium) and some questionable umpiring (I could SWEAR they gave the Sox four outs in the top of the first), the Power finally won it 6-5 in the bottom of the ninth. Second baseman Dominic Zuniga (who had already gone 4-for-5, and was half of a very exciting double steal) came in from third on a wild pitch for the winning run, and there was much rejoicing.

Baseball, BBQ, cheap beer, a warm night and a desert sunset, all enjoyed with your best girl by your side? A little bit of heaven, for sure. Can't wait to go back for more in July...

Mary Blow-No

US Representative Mary Bono Mack's tireless quest for the title of "America's Most Useless Elected Official" took an especially surreal turn yesterday (April 11), when the Palm Springs Republican called a press conference to publicly denounce a product called "Blow Energy Drink Mix".

Never mind that Riverside County is being hit hard by the George W. Bush-led recession and its attendant skyrocketing gas prices; never mind that the Iraq War — which Bono Mack continues to blithely support as if it were some sort of jolly foreign exchange field trip — is bankrupting our country and killing our soldiers, with no end in sight. Apparently, Bono Mack is far more concerned about the fact that some semi-imaginative entrepreneur is using nudge-nudge wink-wink cocaine references to market a powdered energy drink mix.

And leave it to the always-exemplary Desert Sun to give her press conference front page coverage, as if she'd announced the creation of a major energy bill or legislation to help assist upside-down mortgage holders in the Coachella Valley. In doing so, the paper and Bono Mack managed to give a priceless amount of free publicity and advertising to a product that most of us had never even heard of before. Well played all around...

In a particularly classy moment at the press conference, the Congresswoman even resorted to openly insulting the drink's founder, one Logan Gola. "To me, Mr. Gola is clearly a scumbag," she said, sounding more than a little like someone who's just realized they've been shorted a gram or two. Well, honey, at least Mr. Gola didn't literally sleep his way to a Congressional seat...

The Beatdown Goes On?

In one of the stranger news developments in recent memory, a former FBI agent is claiming that Sonny Bono wasn't done in ten years ago by a tragic ski accident on the Nevada slopes. Rather, he says, the former Palm Springs Mayor was "assassinated" by hired hitmen, who ambushed him, clubbed him to death and then made it look like a skiing mishap.

The former agent, who has been researching Bono's accident for the past decade, said top officials linked to an international drug and weapons ring feared the singer-turned-politician was about to expose their crimes - so they had him killed on the slopes... investigator Bob Fletcher had also confessed he sent evidence of a 10-year study that linked top US government officials to arms and weapons dealers to Bono less than a month before his death, the Globe reported.

(Bono) was going to make it his No.1 priority... There's no doubt in my mind Sonny was murdered by someone who needed him silenced," [said] Mr Fletcher.

Methinks Mr. Fletcher may have watched Sonny's 1979 TV movie Murder In Music City a few too many times, because — given his political career — it's hard to imagine Cher's ex-husband actively crusading against anything more dangerous than thong bathing suits. Still, it'll be interesting to see how Rep. Mary Bono Mack will react to Fletcher's call for opening a homicide investigation.

Government Computers In Internet Porn Shocker!!!

Wow, when political scandal rains, it totally pours.

Not only has the Governor of New York just been busted for patronizing REALLY EXPENSIVE prostitutes, but this late-breaking, earth-shaking Desert Sun item reports that a former top-level Coachella Valley Mosquito and Vector Control District administrator now claims that "a top manager regularly accesses Internet pornography from his work computer, often for hours and visiting dozens of such sites on many days."

The former administrator also claims that he saw said top manager making babies in the broom closet with his secretary, and he saw the babies, and one of the babies looked at him.

Bombay Beach Boogie

(Also posted at La Vie En Robe)

After years of talking about it, Carole and I (along with our visiting sibs-in-law Tom and Sherry) finally got our asses out to the Salton Sea this past Sunday to do a bit of exploring. One of SoCal's biggest evironmental conundrums, the current version of Salton Sea — there's evidence that there was another, smaller one three hundred years ago called Lake Cahuilla — has higher saline levels than any of our oceans, and is slowly dying as a result. Various attempts to turn the Sea into a popular recreation destination have foundered through the years, the most famous example being the Albert Frey-designed North Shore Yacht Club, which was built in 1958 but was already long abandoned by the time the Seventies rolled around.

Of course, the Yacht Club was the first stop on our excursion. The place seemed less creepy than I would have expected, but then again it was a sunny day; I imagine that the graffiti-covered, boarded up structure emits a much more malevolent vibe once the cold and clouds roll in. The Sea itself is absolutely gorgeous and peaceful, surrounded by purple mountains and home to an amazing variety of birds, including some very active pelicans; you can totally see why people would want to turn the spot into a vacation funland. Of course, when you look down at the ground, and realize that the "beach" is entirely made up of bleached shells, bones and salt deposits, it starts to feel a little less inviting.

People do still make it out to the Salton Sea for recreation, apparently — we saw a couple of beaches lined with RVs — and an intrepid few even live there year-round, in tiny communities like the unincorporated Bombay Beach. Founded in 1929 as a private development, Bombay Beach was actually a fairly happening spot until 1977, when tropical storms caused the Salton Sea to rise. An entire mobile home park wound up underwater, and you can still see the remains of the disaster today. Coming over the hill to beach was a true "Holy Shit!" moment, as we were suddeny surrounded by the rusting shells of old trailers and other debris. And, of course, there was an old organ just sitting there surreally in the middle of it all, as if the floodwaters had caused the local Jimmy Smith to abandon the instrument in mid-gig. I couldn't resist the photo op...

After rooting around the trailer graveyard for awhile, we slaked our thirst at the Ski Inn, one of Bombay Beach's two restaurants. It was the first place I'd been in years (decades?) that actually served Natural Light, but they also had a decent variety of things on tap — I had a Fat Tire, served up in a mason jar — and a round of beers for four people set us back only $7.75. The Sunday buffet spread looked a little dubious, but the folks were friendly, and for a few minutes it seemed like Bombay Beach wouldn't be the worst place to retire when the time comes. Of course, actually waking up there on a hundred-degree morning, with a vicious hangover and the smell of dead Tilapia in your nostrils, might have you singing a different tune.

It was truly a great day, best of '08 so far. For more pics of our expediation, check out my Flickr set here.

Osteria Cipolline

Many of us shed a drunken tear or three back in the summer of 2004, when we found out that Banducci's Bit of Italy was closing its doors for good. Carole and I never really went there for the food, which was passable red-checkered-tablecloth Italian, at best. But the scene was amazing — especially around the piano bar, where retired showgirls and one-armed veterans alike would participate in the sort of egalitarian karaoke jams that they'd never allow at Melvyn's. We'll never forget eating in the restaurant's main room as a particularly eye-watering version of Crystal Gayle's "Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue" wafted out from the bar; a ghostly female voice sang it in a high (and extremely sharp) soprano, while the piano player rolled over the keys as if his hands were clad in oven mitts, and somebody else was playing harmonica in an entirely incorrect key. I was laughing so hard, I almost passed linguini through my nose.

Over three years after Banducci's sad demise, a new Italian restaurant has finally opened in the same spot at 1260 S. Palm Canyon in Palm Springs — Osteria Cipolline. After scoping it out via drive-bys for several weeks, Jenn and I decided to give it a go last night. For us Banducci's lovers, the experience was a little unsettling at first; the bones and layout of the place are pretty much the same (though they've knocked out the wall between the piano bar and the main room), but the innate tastefulness of the new interior took a bit of getting used to. The chianti bottles, plastic grape vines and framed Paris posters (sic) that decorated Banducci's are long gone, replaced by generic "modern" paintings and exposed ceiling beams; both the piano bar and regular bar now have polished granite counters, which make you feel like you're having a drink at a high-end home furnishings store rather than at a cozy neighborhood bar.

The service, though, was warm and friendly, and the chicken marsala was considerably fresher and tastier than anything I'd ever had at Banducci's. (Can't say the same for the accompanying angel hair pasta, though — it was significantly overcooked, and came in a light tomato sauce that was pretty bland.) I was tempted to try the cioppino, though I wasn't willing to take the chance on a $28 entree, even if it did come with salad and pasta. Jenn liked her chicken parmesan enough to ask for a doggy bag, but we were a little bummed out by the lack of cannoli on the dessert menu. Tiramisu, creme brulee, and BOSTON CREAM PIE (I shit you not!), but no cannoli? C'mon...

Overall, our dinner at Osteria Cipolline an enjoyable experience, and I got a nice warm shiver of nostalgia when the piano player (who was wearing a tux) kicked into a very Roger Williams-esque version of Roger Whitaker's "The Last Farewell". But frankly, I'm not sure if I'd go there again. I guess I know how an old pagan felt when he returned to the location of his humble former temple, only to see an opulent church erected in its place; it's nice, all right, but it doesn't feel much like home.