Our weekend getaway:
This weekend, at about 11 AM on saturday, we decided to pack an overnight bag, two pillows we just can't sleep without, 3 books and hop into our car and...drive. We didn't quite know where we were going, but we did know that we didn't want to spend the weekend at home. We'd had a long week and just needed a break. Granted, we did go out on the town the night before(friday night) and had a really good time - went to the Lion's Den and Solstice for dinner after. But by saturday morning (slow as i was at that time), we know we didn't want to spend the weekend in the city.
So we headed north - easy choice for us, CA1 is a block away. Ranjeet enjoyed the drive - all the twisties, not much traffic and no agenda for the day. We debated stopping at Stinson Beach, but something didn't feel right. So we drove on, slowed down at Olema and finally stopped at Point Reyes Station. There we pondered the question of shelter for the night. Knowing that a storm was headed our way early the next morning, we figured it was a good idea. Picked up a local paper in an art gallery, called about 4-5 B&Bs and soon began to get the idea that unless we were willing to shell out $150 or more, our good ol' BMW might be all that stood between us and Mother Nature when she decided to unleash her fury. Yet, we persevered. Went back to Olema and found a number for a motel in Inverness that was more in our budget. They said they had rooms, so we took a short detour to the Vedanta Retreat (Thanks, Amar!). Very short, albeit calming detour. Headed up to the motel, checked-in and then, headed to the one place we both
really wanted to go all along - Vladimirs!
We realized soon enough that thats what this weekend was about, after all. We just didn't know it until then. Vladimir's is a Czech restaurant in Inverness that we had been to once before. Its owned and run by - surprise, surprise -a Czech man called Vladimir. From the parking lot, all the way inside, there are tons of personal memorabilia. The restaurant has a very czech feel to it - dark wood all over, wooden beams on the ceilings and light fixtures that you surely won't find at Lamps Plus or Pier 1. But there are two things that make this place worth visiting - the people and the food. Clearly heading the people section is Vladimir. Closely followed by his nephew Robert (Rob as he likes to be called) and his wife. To say Vladimir has led a fascinating life is an understatement. He grew up in Moravia, in then Czechoslovakia and escaped the communists by
skiing across the country's borders! After a few stops on the continent, he ended up in the U.S., met his wife on a blind date in San Francisco and since then has lived in Inverness, running the restaurant he recieved as a gift from his father-in-law. He was apparently also really good at equestrian sports - just check out all the pictures on the walls. But this isn't what its about. He'll talk to anyone who walks into that place, and..not just talk, he speaks his mind. If he's in the mood, he'll rattle away. When we got there, hungry as hell and almost salivating at the thought of his Lamb Shanks, he was busy getting things ready for dinner. He cooks almost everything himself, even now at 75 yrs of age! He even showed me the lamb shanks, roast duck and the goose he was so excited about. Until this point, we were still too scared to ask him if we could get something to eat right then. Gingerly, we brought it up with his nephew when Vladimir wasn't listening and were told that he doesn't serve lunch anymore. Sucking it up, we downed a couple of beers, chatted with Rob and Vladimir for a while, went to the only deli/grocery store in town (across the street), picked up a couple of sandwiches and headed back to the hotel, with promises from Vladimir that he would take care of us when we went back for dinner.
Chomped down the sandwiches and promptly fell asleep (at least i did). Woke up two hours later, watched some TV and headed back to Vladimirs. We didn't see anymore of him that night - he was at the back, watching a Sharks game with his family. We got chatting with Rob again at the bar, giving ourselves some time before we headed to our table. When we finally did, we knew what we wanted. Lamb Shanks and the Goose with Plum Sauce. Entrees come with fresh baked bread and butter, soup, salad and sides of red cabbage and radish. Enough to keep you busy for while!! While i chewed thoughtfully on the lamb, Ranjeet took the goose to task. It seemed a battle of wills, and apparently, Ranjeet won in the end. All this time, there were people walking in, asking for Vlad, fixing themselves a drink at the bar and walking to the back to join him and watch the game. It was amazing. Either you already know everyone there, or like us, you walk out making new friends (not to mention a really full belly). Oh, and we also came home with a chunk of bleu cheese - from the farm where Rob works! We couldn't believe we were under an hour away from bustling SF, where no one has the time or patience to just listen...
Headed back, very sated, to the motel. No weekend getway is complete without lying in bed watching mindless TV (channels you'd never watch at home) and reading a little bit. I had also taken my origami book along, so i contributed a paper sailboat, a jewel box and a table to the room decor. Went really well with the retro look, i must say.
Woke up the next morning, brewed some coffee and slowly faced the reality of coming back home. Uneventful drive back, but we did decide somewhere along the way that I was getting a Calr's Jr Jalapeno burger and Ranjeet was getting some Taco Bell Bean Burritos for lunch. Just wouldn't complete the "getaway" feeling otherwise, we decided. Sadly, didn't find any Carls's Jr along the way, so with much moaning and groaning, i walked into a Taco Bell/KFC. Ranjeet knew what he was doing, though - scooped up about 50 packets of "Fire" sauce and about 15-20 of the "Hot" sauce, while i tried to hide my face behind the plastic bag and walk out unnoticed. Came home, munched it all down, and hoped we'd live to tell the tale.
And so we did. I lived to see the Oscars that night, wishing i was back in Inverness, listening to Vladimir dishing out lessons from life, or ... maybe telling us how to cook a goose just right.
-Leena