An old Reno guy, Terry Cafferty, checks in…

SOMETIMES IT’S JUST NICE TO GIVE THE JOYSTICK OVER TO A BUDDY AND LET HIM FLY THE PLANE! THIS IS SUCH A TIME, (AND YES, I DO KNOW WHO TERRY IS WITHOUT HIS REMINDER.) I CHANGED NOTHING [OK, I DELETED ‘LITTLE” PRECEDING WAL ON HIS TEXT], GOING TO SIGN HIM UP FOR SUNDAY MORNINGS!  AND I E-MAILED HIM TO SEND A BIO FOR HIS OLD FRIENDS…

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

CaffertyHi Karl, I’m Terry Cafferty, (now 70-year-old) son of Cactus Tom and brother of Jack Cafferty of CNN (now retired). I really enjoyed your column on Reno restaurants. As a young boy (when the family was still one), when my dad left the house for work early weekday mornings, he’d sometimes take a large pot, so that on the way home he could stop by Toscano, where Dimitri would fill the pot with scrumptious mostaccioli. Pizza at Festina’s was a treat beyond compare. I’ve eaten pizza all over the globe and never found anything to match it. Ralph could barely speak English, but man, he could make pizza! I also remember the Christmas Tree, halfway up the Mount Rose Road on the Reno side of the mountain, where owner Guy Michaels’ wife made Roquefort dressing beginning with beer as base liquid. The steaks were fantastic, but the roquefort salad was my delight. Mrs. Michaels also kept at least one African lion as a pet! All night dancing on weekends was often followed (before heading home to bed) by a steak-and-eggs meal at the Waldorf, where Jack Joseph was sometimes found wrapping up his late, late, late jazz music show. Soul food could be had at Kiah’s Squeeze Inn near Chet and link’s Sportsman store. And a terrific chili-and-cheese omelet could be had at Landrum’s diner on close-in South Virginia Street. For Mexican food, Pancho’s in Sparks, near the (then at least) east end of town, and run by Pancho and his wife alone, was peerless. My favorite was the chili verde, with sides of (not refried) pinto beans and freshly-hend-made corn tortillas. Previous to Pancho’s truly excellent Mexican cuisine was to be found at the Moana Steak House (in the parking lot of Moana Ball Park, where the Reno Silver Sox plied their trade in the Pacific Coast league. And let’s not forget bar sandwiches at the Wells Avenue Lounge, where after-hours show musicians came to play great jazz until the wee hours. Thanks for taking me down memory lane, Karl.

Advertisements