At the South end of N. 4th Avenue, at E 9th St. stands the Coronado Hotel, which has been converted to housing units for the elderly. In 1982 it received designation as an historic place.
In the 1970s, even though the hotel was out of business, an older couple operated a diner on the first floor. I ate many breakfasts and lunches at the hotel's diner.
The diner was run by a former Marine and his wife. Even though they seemed ancient to me at the time, I'm sure they were only about 60. The old man was a big tough-looking guy.
The old Marine did all the cooking and his wife waited table. The one absolute rule of the joint was "No substitutions". The old man figured it was his menu and if you didn't like what he provided, too bad for you.
One day my friend Jim ordered the daily special, meatloaf, mashed potatoes and yes, peas. Jim told the waitress to ask her husband if he could get something other than peas? She said she would ask.
When Jim's lunch came, it included the peas. He mentioned it again to the waitress. She disappeared into the back and a minute later the kitchen door slammed open and the old man shouted, "Eat the goddamn peas or don't eat them. No substitutes, read the goddamn sign!"
The Old Pueblo Trolley has been a volunteer-supported and run enterprise for a couple of decades. It now runs from the University of Arizona campus to downtown. Most Hootervillians mock it as a useless money-waster. In Hooterville the car is king.
According to an online review Hippie Gypsy is a "stoners paradise." I only looked in the window and it seems like they sell a lot of tee-shirts. They have a great mural, though.
Hippies are always welcome, as the sign says.
Pop-Cycle is a gift shop offering unique items that are "upcycled" according to their website. I guess that means they take discards and make them into something new and better.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
At the South end of N. 4th Avenue, at E 9th St. stands the Coronado Hotel, which has been converted to housing units for the elderly. In 1982 it received designation as an historic place.
In the 1970s, even though the hotel was out of business, an older couple operated a diner on the first floor. I ate many breakfasts and lunches at the hotel's diner.
The diner was run by a former Marine and his wife. Even though they seemed ancient to me at the time, I'm sure they were only about 60. The old man was a big tough-looking guy.
The old Marine did all the cooking and his wife waited table. The one absolute rule of the joint was "No substitutions". The old man figured it was his menu and if you didn't like what he provided, too bad for you.
One day my friend Jim ordered the daily special, meatloaf, mashed potatoes and yes, peas. Jim told the waitress to ask her husband if he could get something other than peas? She said she would ask.
When Jim's lunch came, it included the peas. He mentioned it again to the waitress. She disappeared into the back and a minute later the kitchen door slammed open and the old man shouted, "Eat the goddamn peas or don't eat them. No substitutes, read the goddamn sign!"
The Old Pueblo Trolley has been a volunteer-supported and run enterprise for a couple of decades. It now runs from the University of Arizona campus to downtown. Most Hootervillians mock it as a useless money-waster. In Hooterville the car is king.
According to an online review Hippie Gypsy is a "stoners paradise." I only looked in the window and it seems like they sell a lot of tee-shirts. They have a great mural, though.
Hippies are always welcome, as the sign says.
Pop-Cycle is a gift shop offering unique items that are "upcycled" according to their website. I guess that means they take discards and make them into something new and better.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
10 comments:
Love the neon Grateful Dead bear in the window of the hippie store!
That story about the diner is hysterical. So much for the old line about customer service being better back in the day!
I was always struck by how very different the U of A campus and the downtown area were. The Trolley seems like an umbilical cord trying to keep the two connected.
So Hooterville isn't a soulless hellhole after all! Very cool.
A stoner's paradise?? Hmmm ... wonder what that means.
We have a no substitution rule and my house. Eat it or I feed it to you.
I like peas.
And I like these pictures, too!
I like that old fashioned diner's approach to business. This is what we've got...take it or leave it. Fun pictures.
We have a popular eatery that will not seat groups larger than four. If you come in with more than four people and ask for a table, you might get yelled at.
That looks like a nice place to live.
Are there any real hippies left anymore?
Nice photos and the town looks pretty nice.........
Thanks for the tour, Merle. I love peas but Qs are even better.
are there real hippies? good question.
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