This
was my lunch today.
It was a crab melt with avocado and fabulous and then Char
and I both splurged and had milk shakes. Mine was a vanilla malt.
My father taught me to love malt. When I was growing up there was a drug
store a block from our house and the had a lunch counter where you could get
milk shakes. Those chocolate milk shakes were some of my best
childhood memories.
But awhile ago I discovered NON-chocolate milk shakes and
discovered I really like vanilla shakes, so I ordered one with malt.
Now I rarely order shakes and even more rarely order malts
but I am almost always disappointed that sometimes you pay more for adding
malt to your ice cream and seldom can you taste the malt. But Fenton's
is a premier ice creamery and my shake was deliciously vanilla-y and even
more malt-y. I loved it.
Fenton's used to be a popular ice cream store in Oakland
when we were raising our kids there. We didn't go often but enough to
have fond memories.
Many years ago Fenton's opened up what I think is just their
second location, 30 minutes from our house. When Char and I have
lunch, she usually drives up to meet me there, though it is by NO MEANS
halfway between our two houses. But I think she enjoys an excuse to
eat at Fenton's like I do. We usually get something with crab in it
and this crab melt was a new item on the menu and became an instant
favorite.
Fentons was built on the site of the famous old Nut Tree
grounds.
When I was a kid, it was a fun place to stop, even if only
to look around. There was a restaurant, a shop that sold jewelry and
scarves and "stuff," and had a big section on aviation, books and more
"stuff."
There was a nice bakery that always had huge decorated
cookies.
There was also a separate building that was the toy store, a
mini railroad that ran around all the property, a big merry-go-round, and
oversized rocking horses that sat outside the entrance to the restaurant.
There was also an
airport. Yes, a real airport. The place was so well known that
sometimes folks would hop into their planes in Southern California, fly up
for lunch and then home again.
The place had humble beginnings. In 1921 the Power
Family set up a roadside nut tree stand in the shade of an old oak tree in
Vacaville, conveniently located along I-80 and a nice place for a stop
between San Francisco and Sacramento. And it just grew like Topsy.
It seemed everyone stopped at the Nut Tree. (It was a favorite
stop of one of my uncles and one of his wives and caused a bloody argument
every time because she always spent so much money in the shops)
When our kids were little, Walt and I took one kid out for
dinner a month. One month Walt took a kid, the next month I took a
kid. They got to pick wherever they wanted to eat. It just had
to be a "sit down" restaurant. In the early years, The Nut Tree was
always a favorite choice. The restaurant had a huge aviary with lots
of birds to watch.
Everyone got their own home made loaf of banana bread served
on a tiny bread board to hold you until your meal came. There was a
pineapple salad
with some sort of marshmallow dressing that was delicious. At the end
of the meal there were all those fun things to look at and try to resist
buying, or something to pick up at the bakery to bring home.
The original Nut Tree shut down in 1996. One day it
was there, the next it was gone, though they never took own the iconic sign.
Eventually stores began popping up on the site of the old
Nut Tree, and now it is a thriving mall. At first it was just a
disappointing number of the usual shops, but as it began to fill up, they
returned a lot of the feel of the old place, only different.
It was the perfect place for Fenton's to build a new
restaurant, which is right next to the shop for JellyBelly stuff.
There is now a museum in the town of Vacaville with over
7,000 artifacts from the original Nut Tree.
1 comment:
I love this. Thank you so much for the nostalgia. I used to visit the Nut Tree as a little girl on trips between Chico and the Bay Area. I honestly thought the Nut Tree would always be there. I'm still in shock that it's gone.
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