Chuck - I think you need to put your name on a different subject than food. I still have trouble with upchuck....however chuckup, isn't much better.
No answer for you, but maybe someone with a stronger constitution will have an answer.
Mook
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Carl
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A.K. Cummings wrote:Chuck —When Senior Editor Matt Van Hattem, myself, and my Dad went to Tehachapi this spring railfanning, we found an awesofantabulous Mexican joint on the south end of the town itself — don't recall the name. They had a buffet, but it was all fresh and awesome. It was on the main drag on the right side of the street as you're going northward, and it shares a parking lot with a little strip mall. Since it's a buffet it's easy to get in, eat, and get back out railfanning; since it's on the south end of town, you don't have to go through town to get there or to get back down to the loop. Wish I could give you the name of the place. We were recommended not to go to the place with bars in the windows by the exit south of the loop, but I personally try to avoid places with bars in the windows as a general policy anyway.Good eatin',Andy CummingsAssociate EditorTrains MagazineWaukesha, Wis.
The places Mr. Cummings describes here sound like the kind of joints where if you're not careful, what you say could get your throat slit. Consider the scenario described below.
The setup: A family owned Mexican restaurant in Tehachapi. UpChuck is seated at a table, and a waitress approaches with a bowl of tortilla chips and some picante dip. As soon as the waitress sets down the comestibles, UpChuck grabs a chip, dips it, and takes a bite.
UpChuck: "Pardon me m'am, but is this picante sauce homemade?"
The waitress: "Why yes it is!" she says with obvious delight and a bright smile. "I made it myself this morning. How do you like it?"
UpChuck: "Honestly, m'am, it's okay, but don't you have any of that real stuff - you know, the stuff that's made in New York City?"
Well upon hearing this her sunny disposition suddenly turns sour and she storms back into the kitchen.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to UpChuck, the waitress's boyfriend, who's working in the kitchen, overhears this conversation. He's an ex-Marine Corps Drill Sargent, built like Man Mountain Dean, and possessed of an uninhibited mean streak that knows no end. He comes stormin' out of the kitchen with a freshly sharpened carving knife, performs the medical equivalent of an esophogeal tracheotomy upon UpChuck's neck without the benefit of anesthetic, and pours the remainder of the picante sauce down the railfan's throat.
So, UpChuck, please keep this less-than-savory scenario in mind and be mindful of what you say. And above all else, observe the number one cliche in American railroading: "Be governed accordingly!"
Bob-Fryml wrote: A.K. Cummings wrote:Chuck —When Senior Editor Matt Van Hattem, myself, and my Dad went to Tehachapi this spring railfanning, we found an awesofantabulous Mexican joint on the south end of the town itself — don't recall the name. They had a buffet, but it was all fresh and awesome. It was on the main drag on the right side of the street as you're going northward, and it shares a parking lot with a little strip mall. Since it's a buffet it's easy to get in, eat, and get back out railfanning; since it's on the south end of town, you don't have to go through town to get there or to get back down to the loop. Wish I could give you the name of the place. We were recommended not to go to the place with bars in the windows by the exit south of the loop, but I personally try to avoid places with bars in the windows as a general policy anyway.Good eatin',Andy CummingsAssociate EditorTrains MagazineWaukesha, Wis.The places Mr. Cummings describes here sound like the kind of joints where if you're not careful, what you say could get your throat slit. Consider the scenario described below.The setup: A family owned Mexican restaurant in Tehachapi. UpChuck is seated at a table, and a waitress approaches with a bowl of tortilla chips and some picante dip. As soon as the waitress sets down the comestibles, UpChuck grabs a chip, dips it, and takes a bite.UpChuck: "Pardon me m'am, but is this picante sauce homemade?"The waitress: "Why yes it is!" she says with obvious delight and a bright smile. "I made it myself this morning. How do you like it?"UpChuck: "Honestly, m'am, it's okay, but don't you have any of that real stuff - you know, the stuff that's made in New York City?"Well upon hearing this her sunny disposition suddenly turns sour and she storms back into the kitchen. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to UpChuck, the waitress's boyfriend, who's working in the kitchen, overhears this conversation. He's an ex-Marine Corps Drill Sargent, built like Man Mountain Dean, and possessed of an uninhibited mean streak that knows no end. He comes stormin' out of the kitchen with a freshly sharpened carving knife, performs the medical equivalent of an esophogeal tracheotomy upon UpChuck's neck without the benefit of anesthetic, and pours the remainder of the picante sauce down the railfan's throat.So, UpChuck, please keep this less-than-savory scenario in mind and be mindful of what you say. And above all else, observe the number one cliche in American railroading: "Be governed accordingly!"
I think only the second place he described fits your scenario. The first place sounded fine.
Willy
A.K. Cummings wrote:Chuck —When Senior Editor Matt Van Hattem, myself, and my Dad went to Tehachapi this spring railfanning, we found an awesofantabulous Mexican joint on the south end of the town itself — don't recall the name. They had a buffet, but it was all fresh and awesome. It was on the main drag on the right side of the street as you're going northward, and it shares a parking lot with a little strip mall. Since it's a buffet it's easy to get in, eat, and get back out railfanning; since it's on the south end of town, you don't have to go through town to get there or to get back down to the loop. Wish I could give you the name of the place. Andy CummingsAssociate EditorTrains MagazineWaukesha, Wis.
Mookie wrote:Chuck - I think you need to put your name on a different subject than food. I still have trouble with upchuck....however chuckup, isn't much better. No answer for you, but maybe someone with a stronger constitution will have an answer. Mook
bah, this kid doesn't need warnings... he's probably not even allowed outside the house..
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sorry for my rather cold disposition on this guys (and ladies if you frequent here as well) - this kid (upchuck, upnut, and a bunch of others) keeps spinning tales on this and other forums. Why just last week this (supposed) 11 year old got about $2-3K worth of things... WITH HIS OWN MONEY. Now, while I don't doubt that parents might have bought him a good loco at some point, the tall tales (and suprising lack of photos) are becoming tiresome...
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And now back to your regularly scheduled program....
-Dan
Builder of Bowser steam! Railimages Site
CShaveRR wrote:We visited Tehachapi at the end of March. When we came to Tehachapi (the town) from the south, we were along the tracks, and found a place called the Apple Barn on the right side of the highway, just inside the city limits.
Apple Shed, not Barn, and it's got some pretty good food. They don't stay open very late, which is why we make it for lunch more often than dinner. Try to avoid the pastry counter if you're watching the waistline, otherwise you will probably pick up something for the road, like the monster chocolate chip cookies or an apple turnover. (Now my mouth is watering and it's not dinner time yet.)
Across Tehachapi Blvd from the Apple Shed is the Village Grill. They used to be pretty good, but the last couple of times we tried them in 2006 we felt the dinner quality had gone down. They do serve breakfast at any time.
Last but not necessarily the least, the Mickie Dees near the corner of Highway 202 and Tucker Road is a throwback to when the food at the Arches was hot and actually tasty, unlike pretty much every other location in California is now.
Thanks for the correction and clarification, Chuck. Unfortunately, Pat's uncle picked up the tab, so I had no way of checking the name on my statements.
Sounds like there are other worthwhile places to think about next time we go west!
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