A well chosen name
I wanted to begin this by saying “Mio Vicino is a neighborhood restaurant.” Then I realized that mio vicino means my neighbor in Italian, so I feel a bit foolish about using that as an introductory line now. Ah, yes, very good research, you would think, sarcastically, translating the name and using it as a description. Still, I can’t think of a better way to start. This is a tiny, tiny little place. Maybe there are 8 tables in it. Its surrounding area is completely residential. It is not near any major intersection, or any major street, for that matter. There is a middle school nearby and it is in the vicinity of Santa Clara University. It would be impossible to spot it out and wander in unless you were in the area and you would only be in this area if you or a friend lived nearby or taught at Buscher Middle School. I like the lack of pretension and, for lack of a better word, ambition of a place like this. Maybe that’s unfair; probably the owners had great ambition to make a comfortable local restaurant and in that they were totally successful. This is a good place for people to go when they don’t feel like cooking, but want to feel as comfortable as they would have been at home. And by comfortable I do not mean only that you can show up in your sweatpants. Applebee’s will always be available for that. I am talking about a simplicity of menu and a simplicity of atmosphere that match the simplicity of the location. Not to harp too hard on Applebee’s, but I like this kind of place as a contrast to the giant chain that claims to be everything Mio Vicino is, but loses its ability through homogenization and mass production. However, if that’s what you prefer, our Applebee’s can be found at the intersection of the giant freeway and the largest street that runs through Santa Clara, right where everyone can find it.
A sure thing
I have now told you quite a lot of stories about wineries. And story is really the right word, I think, because they have all been tales of dreams and desires acted upon. Off the top of my head I can remember a wine loving couple, a pair of scientifically minded college buddies and several wealthy families that wanted to follow some ancestor’s passion. However much research, talent and/or money any of those people brought into their respective wine adventures, there were, in each case, elements of risk and whimsy. And so I got to tell you about success, about people who pursued ideas until they became tangible reality and then delighted in the results.
I do not have such a story to tell about the Luna winery. There is no tale of dreams, entrepreneurship or risk here. In 1995 two men who were already very well respected in the winemaking industry decided to collaborate. They hired the best winemaker they knew, which, of course, meant that he was very, very good. They bought land in the best region of Napa Valley. They set up vineyards that operated according to the most current scientific and ecological practices. This wine was always going to be very, very good. I am sorry that it’s not more romantic, with wine one does want a little romance. But, then, when the wine this good, I guess it’s easier to create your own romance.
San Jose Airport Construction
I was driving in front of a friend once, sitting in a ghastly traffic jam, and I watched her read a book. Let me say this more clearly, I watched my friend drive a car and read a book at the same time. We were pretty stagnant, it’s true, but still it was insane. That, after all, is the frustration of traffic, I think, sitting almost motionless and yet having to maintain engagement in the act of driving. Feeling a part of your life getting stolen from you as you sit helplessly watching.
Alas, construction continues at the San Jose Airport. |