One in a while the Voice ventures outside of B'game when the occasion merits a trip. Last night was one of those nights as it very well might have been the last night for the Oasis in Menlo Park–home of burgers, beer, Stanford memorabilia and a few great memories for me and Cathy. We ventured down for a last burger and an Anchor Steam. The people's love for the place was palpable and the food line stretched out the door. It has a long history, both from the building's owners (the Beltramos family whose grandfather built the booths and paneling that bear the carvings of generations of patrons) and the current business owners- the Tougas family. The Merc has most of the story here.
We went with a sense of sadness not just for the "O" but for the mid-Peninsula in general. On a weekly basis it feels like the Peninsula is becoming a sterile, glass-encased, boxy expanse of boredom. I realize it may take awhile, but it feels like death by a thousand cuts. Voice readers might be slightly interested to learn that I am retiring tomorrow after a 30 year run as a technology industry analyst and leader of analysts. That is a story for another time, but it will allow me to build a list of the places in the Bay Area that are not sterile, have history and have meaning. Then we get to go to them either as a visit to a long time friend–as in The Van's, the Dutch Goose or the Swinging Door (formerly the Prince of Wales, but still cool) or as newbies in search a new treasure. Suggestions welcome! In the meantime, here is a shot of the guy we had a nice chat with carving his initials into the booth one last time.

I'll figure out why the photo is sideways later!


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