Thursday, August 03, 2006
Kicking it Old School at the Pacific Dining Car
I guess the Pacific Dining Car was a fitting place for a Santa Monica High mini-reunion -- after all, those attending all had old Hollywood family ties, and being from the classes of 1975,76 and 77, we're no spring chickens. I walked into the train car dining room and spotted a table of middle-aged men wearing suits -- could those be my high school friends? No, thank heavens, it was a gathering of much older coots. Interspersed with ribald reminiscences of teachers and students, we all ordered salads and set to catching up. The butter was delicious on the spongy, yet strangely tasty bread. The ice tea was solid as well. We talked some more. My filet mignon caesar salad arrived -- unlike most steak salads, the steak wasn't in strips, but in juicy, warm perfectly cooked nuggets of of prime beef. The salad was a bit overdressed, as were my friends' Cobb salads, but those succulent knobs of cow made it all ok.
More glasses of ice tea, a bite of chocolate cake and we all dispersed, looking not too much worse for having weathered the Bicentennial pep rally (complete with red white and blue streakers), the McGovern campaign and the Malibu Optimists Stamp Club. The Pacific Dining Car probably charges about the most for a salad that any restaurant can get away with, but it's worth it.
Pacific Dining Car
1310 Sixth St.
at 9:32 PM