Showing posts with label El Paso. Show all posts
Showing posts with label El Paso. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Chow Time: Charcoaler Drive-In Restaurant

One time I went to a holiday party and joined in a conversation where a key player was delighting everyone with his impression of Paul Lynde.  His was exceptionally good, considering the fact that Paul Lynde, already a flamboyant caricature of himself, is universally quite easy to impersonate.  As the evening wore on and guests circulated, said impressionist continued to insinuate himself into conversations, employing the same Center Square schtick.  Naturally, my threshold for Uncle Arthur began to be seriously challenged.  Pushed to the limit with every head-wagging innuendo, I got the feeling that even Mr. Lynde himself would have said, "The sincerest form of flattery is keeping your trap shut."  Right before reaching the breaking point, I realized that this imitation went beyond a mere party trick.  It was much more even than a social crutch.  Impersonating Paul Lynde was this guy's thing.  When someone finds a harmless activity/behavior that he does so well that it becomes his thing, who am I to stand in his way?  Such is the case with Charcoaler Drive-In.

Charcoaler Drive-In Restaurant (1961) - El Paso, TX

Charcoaler Drive-In perfected its "thing" in 1961 and has been exercising its right bring that to the party ever since.  And unlike the "Lynde-inator," Charcoaler's familiar performance does not grow wearisome over time.  So, not only will I avoid standing in the way, I will instead prepare the way for Charcoaler by singing its savory praises.

While Charcoaler continues to refer to itself as a "drive-in," my assumption is that the traditional drive-in formula gave way to the drive-thru format quite some time ago.  The set-up at Charcoaler is conventional enough; guests arrive at a wonderfully-succinct, drive-up menu board and place their orders through a speaker box.  

But, oh, what a speaker box!

Pulling through to a window where money is exchanged, guests can anxiously watch the preparation of their orders.  Moments later the food is delivered with friendly utility.

The beautifully-preserved kitchen

Okay, so the whole encounter smacks of McDonald's, Taco Bell, Wendy's, et al.  But it isn't.  The mood, the history, and the unflawed atmosphere set Charcoaler worlds apart.  Even I, however, when reviewing photos of Charcoaler Drive-In, find the structure and the food-delivery method all rather unprepossessing.  The fact is, even the best photographer would consider it a challenge to capture the texture and intact character of an original mid-century drive-in with a mouthful of charbroiled burger and fingers dripping with the house-made barbecue sauce.

...and stars in his eyes from the perfect line drawings printed on every Charcoaler Drive-In bag.
It is impossible for me to express in mere words how much I love unaltered, character-driven packaging. 

"Who cares?  Let's eat!"
Completely unimpressed with the illustrations,
he was wasting no time on wrappers.

Like most food of its kind, Charcoaler's emphasis is on urgency and flavor rather than unerring presentation.
But how can you lose when everything is grilled over honest-to-goodness charcoal and wrapped in those
glorious wax-paper sleeves?!!

Reason enough to go, the food at Charcoaler is whiz bang - a solid three-steps up from the ubiquitous, regional chain restaurants that crowd the surrounding neighborhood.  The best reason to patronize Charcoaler Drive-In, however, is that it is everything it needs to be...and nothing else.  Unconcerned with the flux of the fad-driven, contemporary American diet, Charcoaler Drive-In's menu holds fast to classic drive-in fare (with a few minor additions over time to satisfy every palate).

The simple, flat-roofed buildings that surround the acre of verdant picnic lawn are quintessential, mid-century perfection, unadulterated by questionable color schemes or third-generation (mis)understandings of what patrons expect from a "retro" dining establishment.  Betty Boop is welcome to sup here but her visage has no place on the walls or windows.

And then there's that sign!

Charcoaler Drive-In by day and by night
 If you follow us on Instagram or read our last post, you know that we are suckers for signage;
the sign at Charcoaler leaves our mouths watering both figuratively and literally.
(Source)

Clearly, Charcoaler Drive-In is in no need of redecorating which means that drive-in diners can enjoy the true "essence" of a lovingly-preserved establishment without the "ticky tacky" presence of Mr. Lynde.

Paul Lynde on The Dean Martin Show (1970)

If you find yourself in West Texas, southern New Mexico, or anywhere in the Western Hemisphere, then haul your buns to Charcoaler Drive-In; they'll have your burger waiting!  

Charcoaler Drive-In
5837 N Mesa
El Paso, TX
(915)581-0660

charcoalerdrivein.com


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny


Friday, July 17, 2015

Holy Rollin': "La Casa de Azúcar," The House of Sugar

Sometimes the most holy ground upon which one may tread is most wholly unconsecrated by the church - any church.  To wit, La Casa de Azúcar.  To stand witness at the grounds of  "House of Sugar" in El Paso, Texas is to be transported to a sacred place.

From the minute we rolled up, we were overcome by holy rollin'!!!

A tribute to faith and to the people of El Paso, La Casa de Azúcar is the creation of retired garment worker, Rufino Loya Rivas, who in 1973 began transforming his modest desert home into a folk art fantasy.  Styled after the traditional churches of his childhood village, La Casa de Azúcar also employs similar design elements to those found in Mexico's famous sugar skulls.  Elevating humble materials into a spectacle most sacrosanct, Rivas' "House of Sugar" is as ornate as any cathedral we've ever come across.  In fact, the extraordinarily-detailed craftsmanship makes it hard to believe that this is a private residence.

And yet there is the front entrance in all of its candy-coated splendor!

The stunning beauty of La Casa de Azúcar's intricate design is a challenge to capture in photos.  It kind of has to be seen to be believed; so just believe that I'm prepared to show you about one million photos, encouraging you to make the pilgrimage and go see it for yourself!

¡Bienvenido!  Welcome!

Highly decorated on nearly every inch of available space, Rivas' deft hand and understanding of balance has resulted in a sanctuary that is subdued, restrained, even reverent (when it could have so easily strayed into corny, Hansel & Gretel territory).

The symmetry and and use of color create a simultaneously dynamic and restful environment.

The only churchy-type architectural terms I remember from Art History 101
are "nave" and "apse," I'm sure neither of which apply here...I think.  The
well-placed altars/shrines(?), however, are breathtaking. 

The patience and care it would take to produce just one of these pillars would be
enough to scare any ordinary person away, let alone the tricolor paint scheme.

So many layers of texture and depth are achieved with the most accessible mediums (concrete, paint,brick, etc.) 

One pillar, five colors!

My road trip buddy and I kept repeating our mantra for the day, "Just
look, don't touch," as we tried to remember that this was someone's home.

Again, if there was any doubt that this was a tract home, the aerial evidence is on the roof

"Jesus said into[sic] her, 'I am the resurrection and the life.  He that believeth
in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and
believeth in me shall never die.  Believest thou this?'"

Each sign and every Bible passage at La Casa is
conveniently presented in both English and Spanish.

It's not just the hardscape that is so expertly preserved, the landscape is precisely cultivated as well.

I'm not up on all my saints, but I'm pretty sure this is one of the good ones.

Occupying the better part of an entire neighborhood block, the breadth of La Casa de Azúcar's displays is staggering.

According to locals, the full "sugar house" makeover was complete by the late '90s...but who are they kidding?!!  Giving new meaning to the words, "labor of love;" one look at the expansive beauty of La Casa de Azúcar is to realize that maintenance is a job never complete.

Luckily, they have La Virgen on their side!

My wacky tacky spirits are lifted by the serenity of La Casa de Azúcar.  And while the welfare of my eternal soul is in great question, I can yet find some earthly comfort in the faith, dedication, and artistry of a man on a makeover mission.  If his "House of Sugar" is not registered as a sacred site of the Catholic Church or at the very least an historic landmark, then it darn well ought to be.

This placard, placed unceremoniously in the back alley leads me to believe
that, as of now, La Casa de Azúcar's historic status is rather on the unofficial side.

Don't be scared away by our "Holy Rollin'" adventures; we are certainly not in the business of Bible-thumping.  For we probably feel even closer to the Divine in a sunburnt, El Paso housing tract than we might in the peace of a quiet chapel.  Smitten with one man's mission to honor his beliefs, his geography, and his wacky tacky artistry, I can say that, "Out in the West Texas town of El Paso, I fell in love with a Mexican [house]."  I feel a song coming on.

"El Paso" - Marty Robbins



La Casa de Azúcar
4301 Leavell Ave
El Paso, TX


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny