Dec 22 2009

Extremely Sad Day in Channel Islands Harbor: Best watering holes in town have run dry

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Lookout Bar and Grill

You just wanna scream: “Say it ain’t so.” But no one will hear at Flip Flops or the Lookout (Outlook to you, Randy C.).

They’re both belly up. Flips is dead for sure and there’s a sign on the front door of the Lookout that says they might – emphasize MIGHT – open after the new year.

The bottles are still on the shelves at the Lookout and they might come back, but I’m not counting on it. Thank Santa that Rob has an ice maker and the Harbor Mart is chock full of six-packs and jerky.

We’re going to miss the girls, the “F- that song” guy and the memories of being insulted by the resident Englishman. It was all downhill when they fired him.

The lesson of course, never fire the local color.

Requiescat in Pacem

On a more heartening note, it looks like we’re getting a new Italian restaurant on the site of the erstwhile Persian restaurant.

It has the odd sounding name – Italian Job.

There are a lot of words that come to mind as a prelude to Job: hard, dirty etc. But Italian? I’m from Chicago and an Italian job would have something to do with concrete socks, the location of a certain missing union leader or a case of localized lead poisoning. Italian restaurants in the second largest Italian city in the world (Chicago) are named Mama Leone’s, Napoli, Vesuvio, Bissetti’s, Pizzaria Uno, Pizzaria Due etc. etc.

Italian job sounds like some Montenegrans trying to put one over in the old neighborhood.

But If they’ve got Peroni, who cares? This is SoCal, after all, where very little is real.

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2 Responses to “Extremely Sad Day in Channel Islands Harbor: Best watering holes in town have run dry”

  1. # Capt. Danon 23 Dec 2009 at 09:06

    In a separate e-mail, Terry Waggoner commented:

    I reported into and traveled New York/New Jersey for over 20 years and lived in Chicagah in ’77 – ’79.

    A restaurant named ‘Italian Job’ would only have made money there from the occasional redneck who’d call in looking for a Fried Turkey pizza with triple ketchup.

    Buona sera, ‘Italian Job’, capisce?

  2. # Randy B.on 23 Dec 2009 at 11:30

    You had me worried there for a second with this sentence:

    >>There are a lot of words that come to mind as a prelude to Job…

    But I’m glad to see that your BLOG progressed with its usual hygienic standards.

    No doubt “Italian Job” refers to the movie of the same name–came out about 5 years ago, I think.

    Back to the “lookout;” I was first introduced to that establishment as a neophyte sailor, and subsequently introduced it to several friends who instantly became fans. BTW, the Englishman you refer to is Gary the owner, and yes, he could be a little caustic at times.

    Requiescat in Pacem indeed.

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