It is time that I come to terms with my suppressed, yet abiding, love of themed restaurants. For many years I have convinced myself that much like lactose (and now gluten) I had a severe theme intolerance. After visiting the Tam O'Shanter Inn in the Atwater Village neighborhood of Los Angeles, I realized that mine was not an aversion to themes, mine was an aversion to themes done poorly. The themed restaurants of the 1980's and 90's always seemed too contrived, too plastic, too precious, and too loud. The Tam O'Shanter Inn (est. 1922) is a beautiful example of a themed restaurant done right and the fairy tale, half-timber, Tudor-revival styling of the exterior gives patrons a delicious hint of what lies inside.
The Tam O'Shanter Inn
While it has endured some cosmetic and structural changes, the integrity of the original concept and design theme is very much intact - praiseworthy in a region where themes come and go (mostly the latter) and where vernacular architecture is quickly torn down or repurposed beyond recognition. While we secretly think it is kind of awesome, we live in a town where tamales turn into beauty parlors. Is there no respect for history?! Well, there is at The Tam O'Shanter; the original family of owner/operators has been serving high tone Hollywood types for over 90 years in the same helpful, hospitable Scottish style.
Given my druthers, I, of course, would prefer the Tam O'Shanter of the 20's
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Speaking of old-Hollywood, the roster of diners at Tam O'Shanter reads like a "Who's Who" of Hollywood royalty including one of our very favorites, Walt Disney. The original Disney Studios were located a very short distance from The Tam O'Shanter and became a regular spot for Disney and his team of hungry animators.
Walt Disney, Tam O'Shanter owner Lawrence Frank, and Papa Hemingway architect Harry Oliver.
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Fortunately, the Tam O'Shanter need not only be a place where the elite meet; plebeians and untalented riffraff of every ilk are welcomed. Knowing this, we made our way there on a recent adventure day.
No, Mr. Tiny, telephone reservations are not
necessary for an early lunch.
The hearth situated in the restaurant's entry recalls historic, roadside
taverns and inns that dot the countryside of the British Isles.
Wood-paneled nooks with gracious wingback chairs invite
hungry guests to stay and chat awhile.
For lunch, the Ale & Sandwich Bar provides fresh, carvery sandwiches and pub food including homemade potato chips and macaroni and cheese.
I was a little too shy to ask for a photo of our server, but she
was clad in an outfit not too dissimilar from the one seen on
a Tam O'Shanter hostess circa 1970.
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The Tam O'Shanter is a Lawry's restaurant, famous
for their prime rib and roasted meats of every kind.
Mary ordered her sandwich from one of the master carvers.
Mr. Tiny got the cobb salad - more Hollywood than Edinburgh - but
really quite tasty.
Because it was our first time at the Tam O'Shanter Inn,
our kilt-clad hostess brought us free dessert! Knowing I
wouldn't be able to eat any of it, Mary polished it off before I
even had a chance to say, "None for me, thanks." From what
I understand, it was delicious...
Sometimes the picture of the food getting its picture
taken is better than the picture of the food itself.
The Scottish theme is evident in every nook and cranny of the Tam O'Shanter's many dining rooms. Having never been to the British Isles, I can only hope and imagine that, should I get the chance to go, I would be treated to a very similar experience - including the glaring omission of haggis from then menu offferings. Again, "None for me , thanks."
Given its Scottish - empahasis on the "ish" - provenance and its show business ties, I couldn't help but think of the Scottish number from an under-appreciated Astaire and Rogers musical picture, The Barkleys of Broadway.
"My One and Only Highland Fling" - Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers
Feeling fine after a bra bricht lunch, Mr. Tiny took
part in that oldest of Scottish traditions, lion surfing.
In my mind and and in my heart, there are three men in the entertainment industry that have helped mold my character, spark my imagination, and develop my sense of humor, fun, beauty, and adventure - Walt Disney, Pee-Wee Herman, and Huell Howser. What might seem like a disparate group of idols at first, begins to make a lot more sense when one realizes that the unifying characteristic of these men was their ability retain the optimism and wonder of child.
Last week we learned about the death of that legendary broadcaster, Huell Howser; he may not have been world-renowned, but it is hard to find a man more beloved by the Golden State. He truly embodied the California dream for which so many hope when they come to our state.
Bereft at his passing, we here at wacky tacky headquarters decided to mobilize and create an opportunity for friends and fans of Huell Howser to come together and celebrate his achievements in broadcasting, but even more to celebrate his decency, kindness, and inspiration.
Huell's shows were about seeking out the odd, interesting, historical, and often overlooked people and landmarks that make California such a wonderful place to live and explore. With episodes numbering in the hundreds, our choices for a memorial destination were many. It became clear that the best location for our ceremony would be Philippe's, a historic restaurant in downtown Los Angeles that Huell frequented both on and off camera.
Philippe the Original
With less than a week to prepare, we spread the word about our HH Memorial and switched into high gear to make our plans a reality.
Commemorative buttons were made.
T-shirts were printed
And portraits were lovingly enhanced with colorful pastels.
Normally, when I am in charge of an event, I tend to be a bit of a stress case; Huell's memorial, I decided, needed to be not only stress free, but joyous. When folks wondered if I had warned Philippe's of our tribute, I decided that the adage of "It's better to ask forgiveness than permission" definitely applied (no stress). When we pulled into the parking lot and found that the restaurant was packed, I determined we would stake out a spot and just expand our claim as more participants arrived (no stress). When the large communal tables were populated by strangers, I handed them a button and invited them to join in on the fun (joyous). I think the spirit of Huell presided over the event and everyone was thrilled to find a place to express their common affection for him.
Erika created our Huell Howser shrine/centerpiece using a vintage California souvenir tablecloth,
Huell's portrait, and fresh flowers. I'll bet that we are some of the only people in
Philippe's 104+ year history that set the table using flowers and a real tablecloth!
When our guests arrived, they were offered a "wacky tacky Remembers Huell Howser" button and asked to find a seat among the crowd. The best part was that people from every facet of my life were represented (coworkers, friends, family, artists, musicians, bloggers, etc.) and the communal tables encouraged everyone to sit with people that they did not necessarily know.
Tanna, Cary, Cher, Scott, and Marty (Mary's back there too)
Jodi, Teresa, Suzy, and Swimmy
Caitlin, Skip, and Mary
Because it was a fairly-impromptu event, we weren't sure how many people would be able to come. By the end of it, we had filled eight large tables! As everyone ate, we proceeded with our program that included extemporaneous remarks, trivia, toasts, and, in true wacky tacky fashion, a singalong. I wanted to keep it informal so we opened the floor for anyone and everyone to talk about his/her favorite episode, share a Huell-related memory, and give his/her best Huell Howser impression (he had a charming, and heavy, Tennessee accent).
We played some Huell trivia and each winner, including
Steve, received a T-shirt and became "An Official Member
of the Unofficial Huell Howser Fan Club."
Charles led the toast to Huell's memory.
We toasted using milk from Broguiere's Dairy;
Huell's image graced many of their bottles.
My favorite part of the day was our singalong. As I mentioned in our previous post about Huell, every episode of "California's Gold" ended with a version of "California, Here I Come." You must consider the source here, but it didn't feel the least bit weird to hand out lyric sheets and lead a restaurant full of people in song as Mary accompanied us on ukulele; it felt perfectly natural.
"California, Here I Come"
It might be hard to get from the video, but the room
was filled with love and I could see a couple people
getting choked up - good thing I was behind the camera.
Riding high on the tide of music and goodwill, Ben and Erika graciously invited everyone over to their house for an after party.
The Huell shrine was part of our traveling show and was only enhanced
by the mid-century ceramics filled with the donut holes provided by Charles.
Cary, Richard, Isaiah, Darla, Lupe, Emily, Mary, and Charles
Uplifted, and still not wanting the good times to end, we had and after-after party by moving our progressive memorial service to a local Thai restaurant.
It is hard to express here, but I was truly moved by the love of everyone who attended. There are few times in life when we have the chance to be so publicly vulnerable and allow the goodness of humanity to connect us. I hate to get too sentimental, but I was honored to have the opportunity to host our event and I am extremely grateful for the good friends (and strangers) in attendance. Even though the circumstances that brought about the occasion were sad, it was a magical day for me and I know we did our best to honor Huell.
Philippe the Original
1001 N Alameda St
Los Angeles, CA
(213)628-3781
Having heard of the tremendous response we got from our Huell Howser Memorial, the City of Los Angeles caught on and decided to have their own tribute, as planned by Councilman Tom LaBonge (okay, okay, so maybe great minds think alike). The service, held on the steps of the Griffith Observatory, continued the feeling of goodwill that was born just a couple of days prior. Arriving early to find a place among the thousands of projected attendees, we started to meet other fans and discuss our favorite episodes and compare notes on all of the places we have checked off our Huell-went-there-so-I-went-there-too lists. I'm glad I remembered to take the rest of our Huell buttons because they were the hit of the day and the gateway into great conversations with new friends.
Our new pal Sharon and Mary showing off
their Huell T-Shirts.
Huell made it quite clear that he did not want any kind of public memorial service. Obviously, his written wishes weren't enough to stop his legions of friends and loyal fans.
When we arrived, we were two of maybe ten people.
By the time the program began, the whole forecourt of the observatory was packed.
Huell celebrated our entire state, but it was ideal celebrating him with
the Hollywood sign in the distance.
Cynthia gets in the spirit.
Among the politicians and local leaders, Anne Marie Johnson was a speaker. Many will
remember her from In the Heat of the Night.
We're not ashamed to say that we recognized
her from That's So Raven too!
Charles was one of the keynote speakers.
His address was pitch-perfect in every way, but his best line was when he
explained that the etymology of Huell's name was a hybrid of his parents'
names - Harold and Jewell. "That's like if Lucy and Ricky named their
baby Little Licky."
A particularly-cool moment was the helicopter fly-over performed by the LAPD.
The service culminated in a singalong of what else, but "California, Here I Come."
As a final farewell, we watched the sun set in the Pacific.
Say what you will about smog, it makes for some beautiful sunsets!
California's gold!!!
It was another lovely tribute to a man who touched the lives of and inspired the adventurer in so many. Not wanting to say goodbye, we stuck around for a little meetin' and greetin'. The result was a photo-op with Councilman LaBonge and an interview of Mr. Tiny by a local radio station.
Nick & Mr. Tiny even made The Los Angeles Times!!!
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Theresa, Mr. Tiny, Councilman LaBonge, Mary, Jesse, and Emily
Even though he appears to have been coerced, this photo was Mr. LaBonge's idea.
Jesse, Emily, Mr. Tiny, Charles, Theresa, and Mary
The answer is yes, we all pretty much wear the same outfits everyday...
Using our new mantra, WWHD - "What Would Huell Do?" - we headed to Hollywood for yet another after party. We ended up at Miceli's, the famous restaurant at which Lucille Ball is purported to have learned how to throw pizza dough for an episode of "I Love Lucy" (just for the record, nobody in our party is buying that story).
The gang dining at Hollywood's oldest Italian restaurant, Miceli's (est. 1949).
Our dinner was accompanied by a very talented pianist who played a range of American standards and Broadway hits. It was my hunch that someone who played at his skill level would most certainly know
a little, corn-fed ditty like "California, Here I Come." I went over to him to explain all the events that had transpired and our desire to honor Huell's memory. Having met Huell several times in the restaurant, he graciously accepted my musical request. What else could we do but sing along?
After all of that I think we feel confident that our respects have been paid to Huell Howser. It is our duty now to carry on his tradition of discovery, adventure, and respect for our history. It is Huell's duty to pave the way for all the adventures that are to come in the next life; so we say "Open up those pearly gates, Heaven, here Huell comes!"
