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| La Principessa! |
If you spend too much time in an airport, things start to
happen to your ability to make sense out of anything.
On our way to Burbank, California to see La Principessa, TLW
(The Little Woman) and me had a three-hour layover at Fan Francisco airport.
Since it was so early a flight out of Newark to San Francisco we decided not to
eat breakfast until we reached west coast.
There are just so many things you can do to occupy your time
for three hours in any airport, no matter how big it is. San Francisco IS a big
airport, and there is only one more thing to do there. After you eat, buy a
newspaper and look around some of the stores that sell all that junk, you can
still search for Tony Bennett’s heart. But give up the ghost: I looked everywhere.
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| The man is NOT heartless! |
Having flown for six hours, we got off the plane and were
hungry for our breakfast, but all the places were like Mac Donald’s and we
wanted something a little more comfortable, with a waitress or waiter and
tables. Shuffling from one section to another we come across a place called
Buena Vista, a somewhat fancy looking place that had everything required to
make me happy. Sitting down, the waitress gets our coffee order and gives us
the menu, which I peruse with great interest. After all, Buena Vista evokes
images of tacos and burritos and enchiladas. There amongst the clutter of
offerings is a breakfast enchilada, complete with eggs, green pepper and sour
cream with cheese and onions, enough of everything to kill you in Espanol!
As I read the back of the menu there is a little history
about the place.
THE IRISH
COFFEE STORY
The
historic venture started on the night of November the 10th in 1952. Jack
Koeppler, then-owner of the Buena Vista, challenged international travel writer
Stanton Delaplane to help re-create a highly touted "Irish Coffee"
served at Shannon Airport in Ireland. Intrigued, Stan Accepted Jack’s
invitation, and the pair began to experiment immediately.
Throughout
the night the two of them stirred and sipped judiciously and eventually
acknowledged two recurring problems. The taste was "not quite right,"
and the cream would not float. Stan’s hopes sank like the cream, but Jack was
undaunted. The restaurateur pursued the elusive elixir with religious fervor,
even making a pilgrimage overseas to Shannon Airport.
Upon
Jack’s return, the experimentation continued. Finally, the perfect-tasting
Irish whiskey was selected. Then the problem of the bottom-bent cream was taken
to San Francisco’s mayor, a prominent dairy owner. It was discovered that when
the cream was aged for 48 hours and frothed to a precise consistency, it would
float as delicately as a swan on the surface of Jack’s and Stan’s special
nectar.
Success
was theirs! With the recipe now mastered, a sparkling clear, six-ounce,
heat-treated goblet was chosen as a suitable chalice.
Soon
the fame of the Buena Vista’s Irish Coffee spread throughout the land. Today,
it’s still the same delicious mixture, and it’s still the same clamorous,
cosmopolitan Buena Vista. Both…delightful experiences.
That story is from their website verbatim.
Well the story, although interesting, shattered my Mexican experience! Dios
Mios!
I will tell you this, the food was
delicious, the potatoes were incredible as was the coffee and the place was
clean! Ole lads!
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