Branching Out: Twig Artist

Words by Jennifer Jory

Dramatic twig sculptures dance throughout Paul Schick’s backyard workshop where he brings new life to foraged manzanita and redwood branches. To most, the large piles of sticks strewn about the garden might seem like a spring cleaning project, but to Paul they serve as his muse. “Look at this,” he exclaims, picking up a weathered branch. “It’s like a work of art in itself. It’s so sculptural with its various circles. I go nuts!” Paul’s passion for twig art has garnered demand from Hollywood and top designers for decades.

Paul greets me in a canary yellow shirt after work at his part-time job at Pine Cone Lumber. “A coincidence?” I question. He smiles, “Maybe not.” At 60, he enjoys working with his hands and often envisions artistic projects made of wood, while stacking lumber at the seven-acre lumberyard in Sunnyvale. After work, he performs more delicate tasks with his hands, sculpting massive wall compositions: redwood twigs forming waves, manzanita woven into webs. Not only is his raw material affordable, it also creates the ultimate sustainable art. While paints contain plastics and toxins, twig art completely decomposes.

A Los Altos native, Paul grew up spending time in the open spaces of the Peninsula where manzanita and redwood trees thrive. He describes his childhood in Los Altos as laid-back, frequently exploring the outdoors after school at Los Altos High. As a Boy Scout, Paul also enjoyed camping in the coastal forest of the Presidio in San Francisco. “I have so many good memories of going out in nature growing up,” he observes, “and my work is just a continuation of that.”

Paul pursued his artistic interests in Los Angeles, drawing inspiration from talented teachers and students at Otis School of Art and Design, where he earned a degree in illustration and communication design. As for early influences, he cites sculptors Deborah Butterfield, Andy Goldworthy as well as abstract painter and sculptor Charles Arnoldi, whose work can be viewed at the Anderson Collection at Stanford. “Arnoldi was painting twigs and creating twig sculptures,” he shares. “I fell in love with it—it just resonated with me.”

Paul recognized a clear creative path forward. After graduation, he followed his passion for fine art full-time and began crafting twig compositions and sculptures. Soon, he was selling out of a showroom in Los Angeles, and then his work started appearing on television shows such as Will & Grace. One day, Farrah Fawcett saw his work at Rodney Dangerfield’s home and gave him a call. “Farrah wanted a sculpture for Ryan O’Neal,” Paul recounts, “so I made a special one for him.” Paul’s installation sites range from the walls of Wilkes Bashford and Neiman Marcus to a Four Seasons Resort in Arizona. Several of his large sculptures grace restaurants and hotels in Las Vegas, including a 16-foot free-standing column at Wynn Las Vegas and another on display at one of Wolfgang Puck’s restaurants.

The creative process for Paul requires a good cup of coffee and a curated selection of twigs for the piece he envisions. After fumigating the wood with a non-toxic product to remove bugs, he begins sculpting and notching the twigs, tying them together with sturdy string. “I get a lot of manzanita from the Woodside hills,” Paul relays. “I am always looking for white birch, and if I see a dead branch or tree, I leave a note for the owners and sometimes people write back.” Paul also works with driftwood and took on the challenge of sculpting lanterns along with a perfectly-balanced and engineered five-foot driftwood seahorse for the Newport Beach Country Club.

Locally, Emily Joubert in Woodside showcases Paul’s sculptures as well as many of the Bay Clubs throughout the Bay Area and California. His art also decorates the walls at Fremont Hills Country Club in Los Altos and Foothill Tennis and Swim Club in Palo Alto. For one of Paul’s most unique projects, renowned SF designer Ken Fulk commissioned him to help sculpt part of a hobbit kingdom for a $10 million wedding in Big Sur. Paul often works on commission, and his sculpture and wall compositions range in wood colors from red to gray to brown. “It’s also fun to make pieces that aren’t commissioned,” he emphasizes. “Then I have absolute freedom to create whatever size and shape I want.”

As he wrangles and weaves his twig creations, Paul gleans inspiration from many sources including Palo Alto’s Gamble Gardens, architecture and music. He credits his wife Wanda for encouraging his work and lending a hand during installations. But he emphasizes that the twigs themselves are his ultimate muse. “I see the twigs as a creation from God,” he explains. “I fell in love with twigs and their 3D quality and it’s always rewarding when I finish a sculpture.”

Architecture: Mid-Century Crossover

Words by Johanna Harlow

Real estate agents Alex and Lily Wang see their fair share of homes. But the atrium at one particular Los Altos Eichler-style house grabbed their attention, inspiring them to buy the property and build their dream house around it.

Today, the remodel’s windows overlook a tranquil Japanese garden from all directions, making it the unmistakable epicenter of the property. Featuring a small stream (an enduring symbol for the flow of life and the passage of time) along with a striking cypress tree, the space appropriately resides at the very heart of this thoughtfully designed family home.

To actualize their vision, the couple turned to Ogawa Fisher Architects, a Palo Alto firm with a knack for California-centric design. “California is meant for indoor-outdoor living, lots of natural light, good flow and circulation within spaces,” notes Hiromi Ogawa, who heads the firm alongside Lynn Fisher.

When Hiromi and Lynn first met with Alex and Lily to discuss the project, a few expectations became clear. Beyond seamless indoor-outdoor integration, the couple desired an eco-friendly, functional design that maximized their space. They also wanted an open layout, which would lend itself to comfortable flow for gatherings. “We really believe in hospitality,” Lily emphasizes, adding that they also requested that the property’s garage be converted into an ADU with the intention of housing extended family. “In our culture and our upbringing, we believe in honoring and taking care of our parents when they’re older,” she shares.

Then there was the Japanese meets mid-century modern aesthetic to consider. “Mid-century modern actually has a history of crossover with Japanese design and an appreciation starting way back from Frank Lloyd Wright,” states Hiromi, who spent time living both in Japan and the U.S. as a child. She explains that many mid-century designers have taken trips to Japan for inspiration or referenced Japanese architecture and design as one of their influences. “So to us, the blend of those two are actually fairly straightforward.”

Two crossover features include big sliding doors as well as an intentional use of natural materials. “We really tried to bring some of these warmer wood elements throughout the house,” Hiromi says. “The wood ceiling actually doubles as a light shelf and even extends beyond where the roofs are so that it can provide this warm glow of light in other spaces as well.”

The indoor-outdoor flow is complemented by the overhang of the eaves themselves. Not only does it frame the views to the outdoors, notes Lynn, but “it also shades the glass from glare and heat and extends the room out into that outer zone.” Hiromi adds, “We strive to carefully compose the rooms, roof overhangs and space layouts to optimize the sun’s best attributes.” Yet one more facet in that house-to-garden transition ties in with the building’s nickname: Engawa House. Engawa refers to open-air walkways or porches found in traditional Japanese houses.

To optimize the view, the atrium can be appreciated not only from the living room, but also from the kitchen and the ADU. Each vantage point allows for a unique experience, Alex explains, mentioning how he and his wife hired a Hakone Gardens docent as their garden consultant. “He talked about looking at gardens from different views,” Alex recalls. “What kind of view do you want from each perspective? So you have three different perspectives—almost like three different gardens in a way.”

In retrospect, Alex and Lily express gratitude at the attentive guidance of the team at Ogawa Fisher Architects. With a barrage of decisions to be made and a budget to consider, remodeling can understandably be a source for tension among couples, Alex points out. But Haromi and Lynn escorted them gracefully through the process. “I don’t want to say marriage counselors, but they’re sherpas,” he describes, systemically guiding them section by section. “It was very well organized, very methodical—and yet at the same time, giving us the space to have our control, our input … our brushstroke on the project. So it was a really good match.”

The Ogawa Fisher team wholeheartedly agrees. “They really put their trust in us to do the right thing, to find the successful solution,” recognizes Hiromi. Lynn chimes in: “The magic happens in a project when those two pieces of expertise—them (the experts in the family) and us (the experts in architecture)—come together with a shared vision.”

Lily brings up another benefit of close collaboration: the chance to learn. “I really think it’s worth the experience and worth the investment,” she shares. “I feel like we’re paying for tuition almost.” As real estate agents, the couple are no strangers to fixing up homes for market, collaborating with handymen and contractors along the way. “But I would say this experience gave Alex and me more tools to serve our clients even better,” she affirms. As the couple dialogued with the team about the “why” behind each decision, they gained insights into design, art and problem-solving. “These people have been through schools, have been through real life experiences building homes, and they’re giving you the gold nuggets,” enthuses Lily, adding that it’s impacted how she regards other structures. “Now I can tell if it’s a custom-built home—whether it’s the texture of the wall or the height of a door.”

Alex and Lily have lived in their home for two years now. Their ADU has already been put to good use with both Alex and Lily’s parents coming for stays. They’ve also accommodated friends who had to evacuate during a fire in the Los Gatos hills. When they aren’t playing host, Alex rolls out a 12 x 12 mat to, as he puts it, “toss people around.” “I’m a big Brazilian jujitsu fanatic,” he grins. The ADU has also served as a home office and a hangout for their three kids. “So it’s a very, very versatile space,” Alex says.

As expected, the couple’s favorite moments involve their magical central garden. “I like the sounds of water flowing in the creek in the atrium,” muses Lily. Ogawa Fisher Architects also included a special spot in the kitchen so she can savor both her morning cup of coffee and the view.

Alex shares Lily’s sentiments and considers gardening a therapeutic ritual after a tiring day. “One of the things I noticed waking up the very first few days that we moved into the house was that I heard birds chirping that I hadn’t heard before,” he recollects. “I actually thought it was a Spotify playlist or something playing in the background. It’s the kind of thing that you don’t really notice until you have it.”

Perfect Shot: Shades of Light(house)

Built in 1871 to safeguard ships on the Pacific, Pescadero’s Pigeon Point Lighthouse is the tallest lighthouse on the West Coast. With the structures at its base converted into Hostelling International vacation rentals, it’s also a popular coastal escape. Photographer Gino De Grandis enjoys capturing the lighthouse in different seasons and times of day and snapped this Perfect Shot in “the magic, mirrored light as dusk fell.”

Image by Gino De Grandis / luiphotography.com

Calling all shutterbugs: If you’ve captured a unique perspective of the Peninsula, we’d love to see your Perfect Shot. Email us at
hello@punchmonthly.com to be considered for publication.

Diary of a Dog: Indie

Hello, my name is Indie! I’m a Chihuahua mix who was found with my littermates in a field in Reedley, California. Thankfully, a local rescue group called Copper’s Dream saved us and brought me to an adoption event at Unleashed in Menlo Park where I found my family, Josh and Suzanne. They are big fans of indie music and named me Indie because I’m unique and independent too. My most recognizable features are my white paws and large ears, which I keep in a one-up and one-down position. I like to think of it as if I am always giving a happy wave with my ear! My favorite outing is going to my neighborhood park with my bestie, Juno. I get so excited seeing my friends and getting snacks. I especially enjoy playing hacky sack (Josh is particularly good at kneeing the ball to me!) and chasing tennis balls. When I’m tired after a busy morning of running around, I enjoy wrapping myself tightly in a blanket and taking a nice long snooze. I also love my nightly walks but I won’t go unless we all go together. I’ve been told I have “herding tendencies,” but family is everything to me, so I would never leave Josh or Suzanne behind.

If you’d like to bring a fun pup like me into your life, check out coppersdream.org.

Landmark: Doran Memorial Bridge

Words by Kate Hammond

Driving along Interstate 280, you will cross the beautiful Doran Memorial Bridge spanning the Crystal Springs Dam. Located in Hillsborough, directly to the west of the “Flintstone House,” the 400-foot-high bridge was built in 1969 and holds the distinction of being the tallest bridge on I-280. Originally known as the San Mateo Creek Bridge, it was later renamed the Eugene A. Doran Memorial Bridge after the Hillsborough police officer who was killed in the line of duty during his early morning patrol near the site in 1969. Across from the bridge near the entrance to the Sawyer Camp Trail, a plaque honors Doran’s heroism. Renamed again in 2004, the landmark also honors Doran’s son who died in Vietnam while serving in the U.S. Marine Corps. Caltrans architect Warren S. Ludlow designed the bridge with help from renowned architect Mario Ciampi, who also designed the Berkeley Art Museum and the United Nations Plaza in San Francisco. The two used modified gothic arches and left the bridge a natural concrete color, contouring the surface of its piers to blend into the surroundings. Three days before the May 28, 1969 opening ceremony, more than 30,000 people crossed the bridge on foot on “Pedestrian Day.” The bridge has many accolades, including receiving a “most beautiful” designation from the American Institute of Steel Construction in 1970. The most scenic way to view the bridge is from below: Drive to the trailhead for the Sawyer Camp Hiking Trail to see the dam on the left and the bridge overhead.

Photo Caption: In addition to capturing the current image of Doran Memorial Bridge, Menlo Park photographer Robb Most snapped a “Pedestrian Day” photo back in 1969 with a Nikon camera his father brought back to him from Japan. 

The Steam Chocolate Mission

Words by Sloane Citron

When I go to visit my son, Coby, in Israel, I always make it my mission to get presents to bring back for the grandchildren. My daughters were once included in the gift category, but with seven grandchildren now, I’m good for only so much shopping.

Before my recent trip, my two oldest grandkids, Evan and Liav, both got it into their heads exactly what they wanted from me. They’re each three and a half and have clear and distinct preferences. I wasn’t sure where they got their big ideas, but they reminded me of them every day, whether on the phone or in person.

Evan, two weeks older than his cousin, has, like many three-year-olds, an obsession with trains. He always keeps one of his Thomas engines in his hands, sleeping with it and taking it with him to daycare. He loves to lie on the floor of his living room and make his trains go around and around his wooden track.

“Saba,” he told me, “when you go to visit Coby, I want a steam engine.” This was repeated ad nauseam, though I don’t think he has a true understanding of a steam engine. But his request was firmly on my mind, and I wondered if fulfilling it was possible.

Liav, on the other hand, cares more about putting on her dresses, playing with dolls and occasionally becoming a superhero. My daughter, Tali, must have influenced her, since there is no way she could have come up with her request on her own. “Saba,” she asked, “can you get me chocolate in a bag?”

I didn’t immediately understand what she meant, but then Tali reminded me about the bags of chocolate milk that they sell in Israel that the children all love.

My visit with Coby was wonderful and, as always, the time flew by. I looked wherever possible for a steam engine—in toy stores, the malls and in the open-air markets. But nothing fit the bill. I decided I needed to take another approach and looked on Amazon. There, I found the perfect train: a Brio steam engine that actually blows “steam” and has lights. Though I would normally want to buy this at Menlo Park’s Cheeky Monkey, our wonderful local toy store, I needed it to be at my home upon my arrival, so I ordered it online.

I wasn’t so sure about bringing chocolate milk on the journey home, but the day I was leaving, Coby picked up four bags of it and I figured that I would give it a try. I kept the bags in the freezer, and just before going to the airport, I placed them into a plastic container and then double-Ziploc-bagged it. My goal was to arrive home without finding chocolate milk all over my clothes and the other kids’ presents.

Apparently, air traffic is back. I got to the airport more than three hours before my flight—always wary of the time-consuming Israeli security—and yet only arrived at my gate with 45 minutes to spare. My bag was checked through United to SFO on the fantastic non-stop flight that departs daily just after midnight.

My 14-hour flight home went smoothly, and I comfortably made my way through customs and into the baggage area. Usually, my luggage is one of the first off, but I watched as one unfamiliar bag after another emerged onto the round conveyor belt. Since “many bags look alike,” I did take a good look at several that looked like mine, but to no avail.

When the conveyor belt stopped with me empty-handed, I knew it was time to go over to the line of people at the baggage claim desk. After waiting my turn, I showed the agent my claim slip. After looking into the computer for a few minutes, she shared the news with me that Israeli security had held my luggage. And then it hit me: “Chocolate in a bag!”

A day and a half later, my luggage was delivered to my front porch. When I came home from work, I quickly opened my bag, completely expecting the tightly-wrapped chocolate milk container to be gone, suspected of being some kind of semi-frozen explosive device. But then, there, under some clothes, I spotted a flash of plastic. I pulled it out, and, amazingly, it was still rather cold and went straightaway into the fridge.

The next day, I took the prized package over to my daughter’s home. No one was there, so I placed it in their fridge as a surprise for Liav. I wasn’t sure about the freshness of the chocolate milk after its long journey, but the next morning, Tali sent me the above photo. And Evan loves his steam engine, which remains firmly clutched in his hand day and night. Missions accomplished!

Life Lessons in Painting

Words by Sheri Baer

It’s 10AM on a Wednesday morning, and a brightly-lit 1,000-square-foot space tucked on Magnolia Street in Burlingame is buzzing with activity. The soundtrack to this scene is a playlist called “French Cafe,” an instrumental jazzy accordion mix evoking a cozy rendezvous in Paris. After setting up splattered easels on opposing ends of long tables, students squeeze out dollops of thick oil paint—from tubes labeled Burnt Sienna, Cobalt Blue and Cadmium Red—onto clean white palettes.

“I’m starting a new one today,” remarks Burlingame’s Penny Benjamin, who has been coming here for 15 years now. “I want to see how brave you are,” smiles Sheila Gordon, another longtimer from Hillsborough with a decade of classes under her belt. Penny reveals a photo of her daughter in a yoga pose with a serene expression, and Sheila counters with a watering can of colorful blooms on an antique chair. After donning paint-speckled black aprons, they head across the room to select their canvas sizes.

What’s happening here is known as Art Attack! With roots going back nearly 30 years to a Burlingame garage, this art studio has evolved into a beloved creative sanctuary on the Peninsula. At the heart of this impassioned community is Nancy Call Torres, who partners with her daughter, Audrey McInnis, and a small team of fellow art instructors to share their expertise and insights. “I really feel like I am a cheerleader for art,” Nancy enthuses. “I get so excited when I see somebody making progress or just being surprised by what they have done.”

Raised in Millbrae, Nancy remembers herself as a “creative kid” and credits her parents with nurturing her talent—by signing her up for art lessons with Burlingame’s Pat Frey and even encouraging her to major in art. “I really find that I get lost in it,” she says. “If I’m drawing or painting, it’s a place you can mentally just disappear into and get completely absorbed by what you’re doing.”

However, Nancy ultimately discovered that having a passion for art and making a living at it weren’t synonymous propositions. After graduating with a studio art degree from UC Santa Barbara, she got splashed by a harsh reality. “It’s really hard to get a job,” she states. “It was so disappointing to graduate and discover that nobody really wants you with a watercolor and oil painting portfolio.”

An art director suggested that Nancy take some classes in advertising, which led her down a more practical path–doing everything from paste-up work to sales. Painting, to her dismay, became something she occasionally did on the side.

In 1995, marriage and four kids later, Nancy found herself brainstorming for a way to bring extra income into the family. “Phlebotomy!” her daughter Audrey interjects with a laugh, and Nancy giggles at the reference. At the time, a neighbor was learning to draw blood for insurance companies and encouraged Nancy to join her. Knowing that Nancy was better suited to the creative kind of drawing, a friend offered up an alternative. “Why don’t you start a summer art camp for kids?” she suggested.

Forgoing the phlebotomist training, Nancy launched a three-week art program in the family’s Burlingame garage, which “grew and grew and grew until there were 40 kids a week coming to my house for nine weeks of summer.” Audrey, Nancy’s youngest daughter, was six when the “Nancy Call Torres Art Studio” began hosting students. “Basically my entire life, I had every supply I could possibly want at my fingertips and a designated place where I could get messy and create,” Audrey recalls. “It’s impossible not to get hooked on art when it’s that ingrained in your household.”

When a preteen-Audrey decided she was ready to start her own business, Nancy gave her the support she needed to launch an extended care theater camp. “I’m just so grateful for my mom,” Audrey reflects, “because what adult has that response to an 11-year-old to empower them in that way?” At the same time, Nancy continued to expand her own fine art offerings. As parents dropped off their kids, she’d hear wistful parting comments like, “I want a turn!” She responded by adding adult classes, which mapped to her belief that painting can be an outlet for any age.

 

In 2005, Nancy officially moved the renamed “Art Attack!” studio out of the family’s garage and into a Burlingame brick and mortar. In 2013, when Audrey returned to the Peninsula after college, she realized the career she’d always wanted was right by Nancy’s side. “It just felt extremely natural, kind of like a coming home,” muses Audrey. “That sounds very cheesy, but it’s also kind of literal since it started in my home and it’s with my mom.”

Although Art Attack! teaches other mediums, oil painting is the studio’s forte. “It’s something you don’t get to do everywhere, so I felt like it was a unique thing I could offer,” explains Nancy, who recalls her own journey to working with thick paints and turpentine. “When we learned with Pat Frey, you started with charcoal and pencil and pastels, and then when she deemed that you were ready, you got to do oil painting, so that was always our goal.”

Nancy decided to take a different approach. “It’s a little more like jumping into the deep end,” she chuckles. “It’s like, ‘Okay, here’s 15 minutes of charcoal drawing, and now you’re ready for oils.’”

Instructing students ranging in age from 7 to 87, Art Attack! teaches oil painting techniques while weaving in lessons about composition, design, color, value, perspective and shape. First-timers typically start with an apple. “It’s a simple shape, so it’s not intimidating,” Audrey says. “We talk about drawing what’s in front of you, drawing what you see, not what you think you know.”

 

A short charcoal study comes next, followed by a color wheel demonstration, which is Audrey’s favorite lesson to impart. “When you can mix a color really quickly, it feels like a super power,” she points out. “And it’s not that complicated—we’re just talking about six colors and how they interact. If you understand that and can hold onto that information, you can mix any color. Period.”

Six-inch-square paintings of an apple. Check! After that, the subject matter is left up to each student. “We don’t make everybody do the same still life,” relays Nancy. “We let the students lead their own journeys because they’re more likely to learn if they’re excited about it. We work with them to find out whatever it is that they want to do, but a version of it that we think they will be successful at and learn from.”

Having students work independently also eliminates any sense of competition or fear of being judged. “We definitely advocate for building each other up,” emphasizes Audrey, who notes that giving teens an inclusive, creative space to find community is especially meaningful.

In the Wednesday morning session, a mixture of reference photos—printed out with optional grids and Lightroom filters—get carefully scrutinized. Burlingame’s Adriana Higuera is painting a striking figure in a bright blue dress. Wielding a brush at the adjacent table, her daughter, Hillsborough’s Andrea Ballard, is interpreting an image of her husband and children fishing in Tahoe.

“We started here about three years ago when we wanted some mother-daughter time,” recounts Adriana. “When my grandson saw my first apple, he said, ‘Nani, why did you paint an orange floating down the river?’” Andrea laughs at the memory. “It’s nice to take a deep breath and do something fun and relaxing,” she adds, before applying a bluish-green wash to her canvas.

One easel over, Burlingame’s Jonathan Visbal mentions that his daughters came to Art Attack! when they were young. He grew up in a family of artists but had never fostered his own talent with intent. “My wife said, ‘You’re always threatening to go back and paint,’ so she got me this class,” he says. For Jonathan, a landscape of Milagra Ridge led to a portrait of his dog at Mavericks followed by a Tahoe sunset. Today, he’s trying to get the wheels right on his motorcycle coming across the Carson Pass on Route 88.

“Painting expands your neuroplasticity because it makes you think in a different way,” he shares. “I get really engrossed in what I’m doing and I look forward to coming here every week.”

As the ambiance of a French cafe lingers in the air, Nancy moves fluidly around the room, offering personalized one-on-one guidance. She pauses to take in the unfolding of a beach scene. “Pop in a shadow and you’ll know that there’s a rock there,” she guides. Seeing Penny struggling to capture her daughter’s expression, she observes, “It’s too smiley, try making it more neutral.” Penny blots with a turpentine towel and reapplies a few brushstrokes. “This is looking so much prettier,” Nancy praises. “You’re really getting to that peaceful feeling.”

Despite oil’s daunting reputation, the flexibility it offers makes it more forgiving. “Oil painting is unlike any other medium because it’s so slow-drying,” Nancy explains. “While they’re here, they can scrape and pull and blend and work with it in a way you don’t get to with acrylic or watercolor.”

Having taught thousands of students since 1995 (and with her own paintings now held in private collections around the world), Nancy is reminded daily that Art Attack! has become a Peninsula institution. “The kids who came to the very first week of summer camp ever are currently sending their children to classes,” she marvels. “They knew how much it meant to them, and now they’re bringing their kids in.”

With three grandchildren and an eye on retirement, Nancy makes a point of cherishing every moment in the studio. “This is like a dream getting to work with your own child, to be able to pass the business on to the next generation,” she reflects, as Audrey’s eyes mist up. And for anyone wavering about taking the artistic plunge? “I always say don’t limit yourself, don’t sell yourself short,” Nancy counsels. “If you have any inkling at all that this is something you might want to do, you should try.”

 

8 Rites of Summer

Words by Johanna Harlow

While the Peninsula is known for more than its fair share of sun, summertime kicks off even warmer, longer days and a host of familiar rituals. Whether you’re savoring u-pick berries or ice cream, make the most of the season’s sweet weather with PUNCH’s summer bucket list.

1. Shake your Groove Thing

From June to August, celebrate the sound of music at one of the Peninsula’s many outdoor summer concerts. Spanning Burlingame to Los Altos, options include San Mateo’s Central Park Music Series on Thursdays, Redwood City’s Music on the Square and San Carlos’ Music in the Park on Fridays as well as Belmont Park Boosters’ Summer Concert Series on Sundays. July also marks the third season of SF Symphony at Frost Amphitheater, presented by Stanford Live. The month-long Friday night concert series kicks off on July 8 with “Night in Bohemia,” featuring a Spanish-flavored cello concerto and Antonín Dvorˇák’s atmospheric Eighth Symphony. In partnership with SFJAZZ, Stanford Live also presents a selection of July performances beginning with “A Celebration of the Music of Linda Ronstadt” on July 9.

2. Take a Licking

For the real scorchers, fend off the heat with the ultimate taste of summer: ice cream. In San Mateo, Palo Alto and Los Altos, you can’t go wrong with one of Tin Pot Creamery’s delightfully unusual flavors—blue jasmine tea, maple crumb donut and snickerdoodle cookie among them. If you’re coastside, drop by Gulino Gelato in Half Moon Bay for enticing batches crafted from scratch daily. Or keep your ice cream company by giving it a nice cookie bed at Palo Alto’s Wildseed. Their pizookie, dotted with chocolate chips and served in a personal-sized skillet, will hit the spot for any occasion. For a delicious and healthy alternative, make your way over to Pressed Juicery in Burlingame or at the Stanford Shopping Center. Pro tip: Add a drizzle of almond butter, cocoa or raspberry puree over their already refreshing plant-based freezes.

3. Start Swinging

Summertime means it’s time to play… golf on the Peninsula. If you’ve never swung a club, it’s not too late to discover the storied history of the game and social camaraderie on the greens. Tee off your game by taking lessons, learning your pitching wedge from your putter and your birdies from your bogeys. You might choose to swing easy overlooking stunning vistas of the Crystal Springs Reservoir or the Santa Cruz Mountains at Crystal Springs Golf Club in Burlingame. Hit ’em long and straight at Palo Alto’s Baylands Golf Links with its 55 luscious acres of scenic wetlands. Set in the Peninsula’s scenic foothills, Stanford Golf Course also offers private and group lessons. Stop dragging your feet and learn what it takes to steer clear of the rough.

4. One Berry, Two Berry

One quintessential rite of a Peninsula summer is picking plump, sweet berries. So spend a morning combing the leafy green rows of our area’s u-pick farms for juicy gems. Craving blackberries? You’ll have to be more specific at Portola Valley’s Webb Ranch, which offers Navaho, obsidian, and prime-arc varieties (as well as olallieberries and marionberries). The ranch also boards horses, so you might spot a few riders and their equine companions out for a canter on the grounds. Be sure to make a reservation before heading over. To combine both coastal and strawberry cravings, set a course for Blue House Farm in San Gregorio. Fields of organic ripe berries await, along with three gorgeous acres of sunflowers, dahlias and delphinium.

5. Escape to the Sea

Is it truly summer until you’ve checked off a few beach days? You’ll find any number of stellar sunbathing and sandcastle-making spots up and down our coastline. To mix things up, take a bluff-top walk along Wavecrest Open Space Trail in Half Moon Bay. Also a birding hotspot, you’ll encounter seabirds and birds of prey alike soaring above its sea cliffs. Pupping season is February through July so visit Fitzgerald Marine Reserve over at Moss Beach for the fleeting chance to watch proud mama seals and their adorable blubber babies. To ensure front-row seats to some tidepooling action, check charts online and time your visit during negative tides (or at least below one foot). Hop rock to rock in search of sea pockets teeming with spiky urchins, aster-like anemones, feathery pink coralline algae and stubby-armed batstars. You might even get lucky and find a couple nudibranchs (colorful, bizarrely textured “sea slugs” that put their brown, land-bound brethren to shame).

6. Splash it Up

For a little water sport action, splash right in with Foster City’s California Windsurfing (which not only offers wind-propelled sailing via board, but also kayaking, paddleboarding and pedal boating, too). At Shoreline Lake Boathouse, sail, kayak or windsurf on calm blue waters with the ducks and the Forster’s terns. And if you’re a yogi, stow your mat and learn pigeon pose on a paddleboard with one of their SUP sessions. Care to take things seaside? Rent a paddleboard from Mavericks PaddleSports and drift with the otters out on Pillar Point Harbor.

7. Get Your Wheels Rolling

To bask in the scenery of summer, strap on a helmet and cycle your way along the region’s exceptional bike paths. Bike the Baylands to encounter undisturbed marshland. Home to 100 species of resident and migratory birds, the preserve’s skimmers and sandpipers are sure to keep you company along its 15 miles of trails. Thanks to the San Mateo County Parks Department, you can also partake in Bicycle Sundays on Cañada Road. With a four-mile portion closed to cars between the entrance of Filoli and Route 92, cyclists relish this two-wheels-only route between 9AM to 3PM. If it’s been a few years since you’ve sweated it out on your trusty old Schwinn, rent an e-bike to check out the sensation of a turbo-charged ride. Specialty stores like Menlo Park’s Pedego and Palo Alto’s E-Bike Annex are standing by to gear you up.

8. To Market, To Market

Summer fruits and veggies are back in abundance at the Peninsula’s cornucopia of farmers markets. Nectarines, peaches, plums and watermelons—yum! Seek and you shall find over a dozen options for fresh local produce and artisan foods. Check out Downtown Palo Alto’s offering on Gilman Street every Saturday from 8AM to Noon. Now touting four decades, the volunteer-run market is also a vibrant community gathering place. Meanwhile, the College of San Mateo promises seasonal fruits and veggies as well as local goods like artisan cheese, eggs and honey (Saturday from 9AM to 1PM). For a French-inspired market with fresh bread, crepes and macarons, stop by Bon Marché in downtown Menlo Park (Wednesday from 3-7PM).

Design: Naturally Appealing

Words by Jennifer Jory

Seed pods turned art. Chandeliers shaped like tree branches. Reclaimed walnut slab tables. Designer Kimberly Larzelere brings the outdoors inside with seamless style and an artful eye throughout the Peninsula. By incorporating materials such as wood and stone, Kimberly creates an organic feel in her room designs, many of which feature collapsing glass walls that join homes with the backyard. “I love the open floor plan with the interior opening to the exterior,” she notes.

Kimberly’s interest and ease with natural elements comes from a life spent outdoors as an avid cyclist, runner and hiker. “I also grew up living on a ranch with horses,” she adds. “As a kid, I competed in vaulting on horseback near Santa Cruz.” Her time outside has translated into a love for the diversity of materials in nature that she uses in her work.

A longtime local designer, Kimberly began her career as a kitchen and bath expert in Hollywood and then San Francisco, eventually opening a kitchen and bath design studio in Menlo Park. Her clients continually requested her expertise to redecorate their entire homes and soon her full-service studio, KL Interiors in Menlo Park, was born. “I love creating spaces that really function for families as their children grow,” she emphasizes. “People want to live in their houses, not just look at them.”

Two recent modern interior design projects in Los Altos and Palo Alto showcase Kimberly’s clean, classic style with a modern twist. “These projects feature indoor/outdoor elements that create durability,” she explains. “I am always evolving and developing my skill set. The environments I create tend to have calming color palettes with lots of organic materials and some mid-century influence—a recent aesthetic that I really enjoy.”

In Los Altos, Kimberly worked on an extensive remodel with a client seeking a mid-century, casual feel. “We remodeled the home by creating a really unique and durable space that made it functional for the family,” she says.

“We were able to transform the floor plans and existing space into everything the client wanted.” To add continuity between the exterior and interior design, Kimberly used board form panels on the pool waterfall to match the one on the fireplace inside. She also created consistency with matching steel beams on the outside of the house and in the living room, where she included an Eames chair and ottoman to inject mid-century character. And she deployed disappearing glass doors to open the remodeled home completely to the outdoors and pool area. By using a platinum wall-sized slab of stone rather than wall paper in the powder room and adding a concrete sink, she achieved a rustic, yet elegant feel. In the dining room, the light fixture over the table serves as a focal point with organic steel elements that look like tree branches.

In Palo Alto, Kimberly took on the challenge of designing the interior of a large new home from the ground up. To connect exterior elements of the home with the inside, she incorporated mahogany and steel used on the outside of the house and the floating staircase into the kitchen cabinetry and stove hood. “The client loves to cook and bake, making it very important that the countertops are hard-wearing, so we chose quartzite,” she relays. “When the kitchen was done, the owner was so happy that she gave me a cooking class and taught me French baking techniques.” In the living room, Kimberly selected art made from elements in nature such as found resin and poppy pods. In the dining room, a contemporary chandelier spotlights the reclaimed Northern California walnut slab dining table.

One of the quandaries Kimberly faced with the home was hiding a large air return vent directly off the entry. Her solution: camouflaging it as an architectural feature by designing a bench with decorative slats that allowed for air circulation. “A big part of my job is solving problems. I am type A and always on the move, making stuff happen,” she smiles. “I get materials on site and stay on or ahead of schedule—that is my M.O.”

Contrasting Peninsula design today with trends over the past decades, Kimberly sees a dramatic difference. “When we designed years ago, houses were more compartmentalized,” she reflects. “Kitchens were separated and you had formal spaces. Now, the cooks want to be included in the conversation. I go into some of these houses and knock down walls to create inclusive spaces.” As Kimberly sees homeowners ditching the living room for great rooms, she’s also factoring in the inclusion of one or two home offices.

To give back to the community, Kimberly volunteered her design skills to the Lucile Packard Stanford Hospital’s Ronald McDonald House expansion several years ago. She designed the workout room as a haven for families to relieve anxiety. “Working out helps me manage stress,” she says. “I wanted to help others find that same relief.” In her free time, Kimberly dabbles in her own home renovation and recently remodeled a rundown cabin in Arnold. “I took an old, disgusting house and made it into a modern cabin,” she reveals. “I also refurbished a dilapidated house in San Francisco, while trying to keep the character of the home intact.”

Now based in San Francisco with a Peninsula focus, Kimberly’s life outside of work complements her job as she enjoys hunting for new sources at artisans events throughout the Bay Area. Her love for traveling abroad also allows her to find one-of-a-kind treasures that she uses in projects. “My home is filled with art from a trip I took to Cuba,” she shares. “When traveling in Peru, I found pillows at a local market that worked for a recent project. Sometimes, the process is just as fun as the final product.”

A Perfect Putt: Custom Clubs

Words by Kate Daly

This entrepreneurial story begins in a small one-car garage in Mountain View in 1989, but it’s not your typical Silicon Valley tale. In this case, the man who successfully turned his hobby into an international business is still in control and enjoying the creative process decades later. That’s because he is the company: Kevin Burns Golf.

Kevin’s signature products are custom-milled putters, measured and designed to meet the specific wants and needs of individual golfers, whether they be pros on tour (50 winners at last count) or occasional players.

He buys the shaft and grips but makes every other part of the putter himself, using a biometric fitting process he patented and an enormous computer numerical control machine he operates at his office complex. Emphasizing quality over quantity, Kevin crafts thousands of putters every year for clients all over the world.

Growing up in Los Altos Hills, Kevin enjoyed playing tennis until he picked up golf at age 17, right around when he switched from St. Francis to Gunn High School. After majoring in business at Chico State, he went to work for his father’s insurance agency, Scurry-Burns & Co. Kevin describes his dad “as a craftsman who taught me a lot about woodworking.”

Sitting behind an office desk grew tiresome, so when the owner of Visual Golf in Palo Alto asked Kevin to help with repairing clubs, Kevin said yes and left insurance behind. And that’s when “my mother cried,” he recalls about announcing his life-changing career pivot. In 1989, he founded Kevin Burns Golf as a club repair company in the little garage at 811 Hope Street in Mountain View, while working on the side at the Palo Alto Municipal Golf Course (now Baylands.)

In 1991, frustrated by the quality and craftsmanship that he was seeing, Kevin started to focus on designing and manufacturing a better putter. Two years later, the money he and his wife saved to buy a house went towards purchasing his first mill. “I didn’t even know how to turn it on,” he recounts. “I hired a machinist to work with us for three years and he taught me everything, and now I do everything.”

 

Kevin’s big breakthrough came in 1996. As the first to insert copper into the stainless-steel putter heads, he made a name for himself at the Nissan Open in Los Angeles. PGA touring pro Craig Stadler got distracted talking to his college buddies and misplaced his putter during the tournament. He asked his caddy to fetch the one Kevin had showed off earlier. Millions of television viewers watched when Stadler used a Kevin Burns putter to sink the final shot and win.

In 1999, Kevin was the first to use tungsten to weight putters, and that same year, José Maria Olazábal won the Masters in Augusta using a Kevin Burns putter. In the early 2000s, Kevin partnered with Bridgestone Golf Japan, and then peeled off to develop the custom-fitting side of the business.

“It was a lot harder than I anticipated,” he reflects. “It took me 10 years to get it up and running.” Now Kevin Burns Golf is keeping him busier than ever. “During COVID, we were slammed; it’s been really good for golf,” Kevin notes. “And the word is out that I make really nice stuff.” Kevin was so busy handling orders that he had to stop taking new ones last fall so he could catch up. And like many, he has run into supply chain issues. Luckily, he stockpiled a shipment of 456 pounds of stainless steel a while back.

Kevin designed a machine with a biometric arm that reads a player’s putting posture, position of the head, eyes and spine and weight distribution to calculate the golfer’s set-up and style. Measurements in length, lie, loft and weight are all factored in when each putter is made. His putters range from $700 to $4,000 apiece.

Following the Mountain View garage, Kevin set up shop in Sunnyvale, and then in San Jose for 10 years. He moved the business to San Carlos closer to his home, and then to Santa Clara for a stretch. He established his current retail and workshop space in Hayward in 2020. That’s where Kevin does custom fittings, as well as at some mobile demo days at local courses such as San Francisco’s California Golf Club or on Zoom where he relies on his practiced eye rather than the fitting machine.

Up next for Kevin: setting up authorized fitting studios in Japan, Indonesia and Thailand. He’ll send the components to those locations and his five models of putters with different finishes will be assembled overseas instead of him having to do it all in Hayward.

Kevin’s son, Brendan, played hockey in Canada before college and is now a student at the University of Arizona. He’s already contributing to Kevin Burns Golf as chief operating officer, but Kevin remains the lynchpin to the successful family business. “I’m the designer and manufacturer. I’m 59 and I want to be out by 62, but…” he concedes with a smile, “nobody can do it better than me.”

Kevin recently upgraded his software and foresees adding more people, machines and robotics to ramp up production and speed up his current turnaround time of about a month. There is always one distraction, though. As the weather improves, he feels the pull to get out and play more golf, to see if he can reclaim his former handicap of five.

Day Trip: Sweet Home Saratoga

Words by Johanna Harlow

Seeking a day trip to de-stress? Find respite just south of the Peninsula with a quick jaunt to Saratoga, an idyllic town nestled along the emerald green foothills of the Santa Cruz Mountains.

You wouldn’t guess by its real estate these days, but back in its frontier youth, the area functioned as a gritty industrial town with seven saloons. Over time, farmers coaxed fruit orchards and vineyards to bloom across its fertile soil. Edwin Sidney “Sunshine” Williams launched Saratoga’s annual Blossom Festival in 1900 to celebrate its bountiful harvest of cherries, apricots and French prunes. In recent years, a number of well-known creatives have called the area home, and big names like actress Olivia de Havilland, Men in Black screenwriter Ed Solomon and director Steven Spielberg furthered the city’s association with the arts.

With plenty of outdoor activities and no shortage of enticing restaurants, you’re sure to find your visit to Saratoga revitalizing.

Photography: Robert David Siegel

Hike

Get a strong start to the day by zipping up your jacket, grabbing a piping hot thermos, then setting out for an invigorating morning hike at Castle Rock State Park. As you wind along its woodsy trails, you’ll spot massive boulders peeking between California black oaks, knobcone pines and redwoods—almost as if tossed there long ago by some playful giant. Needless to say, it makes for quite the surreal landscape. Be prepared for steeper terrain—but also fabulous ridge-top vistas.

For a shorter hike, we suggest the mile-long Castle Rock Trail loop, which includes the park’s namesake, a hulking stone formation. For something a little longer, set out on the narrow but well-traversed Saratoga Gap Trail and make a right onto Ridge Trail where you’ll encounter the slowly eroding Goat Rock. If you’re lucky, you’ll spot a climber or two scaling the area’s Swiss cheese-like formations (also called tafoni).

Sip

For those looking to seize the day with a caffeine boost, stop by Tea Lyfe. With Vietnamese-Mexican fusion drinks that reflect the heritage of the couple who own the store, the menu features adventurous drinks like the Vietchata (Vietnamese coffee with Mexican horchata) and the Strawberry Lychee Mojito.

Alternatively, savor the sun-saturated patio of Sue’s Gallery Café with a cappuccino served in a glazed ceramic cup (crafted by Sue herself). If you’d like to take Sue’s handiwork home, rows of her museum-worthy plates, vases and oversized teacups are available for purchase. While Sue handles the art, her husband orchestrates the shop’s artful blend of Guatemalan coffee beans.

If you’re in a mind to unwind, forgo the espresso buzz and drop by one of Saratoga’s notable wineries. At Savannah Chanelle Vineyard, a glass of pinot noir pairs nicely with live music and foggy forest views. For a show with all the stops, The Mountain Winery boasts a spacious amphitheater and robust concert series. Upcoming performances include Fitz and The Tantrums, The Beach Boys and Smokey Robinson.

Wander

Not all who wander are lost—so let the paths guide you at Hakone Estate and Gardens. Spend a peaceful afternoon peering up at the thin, long shoots of the bamboo forest, ducking beneath wisteria-laden trellises, studying granite stone lanterns and lingering by star-leafed maples. If you take your time, you might even spot a koi or two drifting under the Shinto-style bridge or a blue-tailed skink sunning itself in the rock garden. To immerse yourself even more deeply in the experience, sign up for a tea ceremony and learn the graceful art and mindfulness of serving and drinking tea as well as the principles of wa kei sei jaku that guide it.

Villa Montalvo, a 175-acre park and arts center, also merits exploration. There’s an air of grandeur about this place—starting with the century-old mansion presiding over the estate and overlooking the two-acre Great Lawn where picnickers, sunbathers and bookworms fan out across its immaculate grass. The Italianate garden features statues, hedges and a classic column gazebo. Beyond lies the Lookout Point trail, progressing through majestic stretches of redwoods to a panoramic vista of Silicon Valley. Remarkable not just for its grounds, Montalvo Arts Center boasts the third-oldest residency program in the U.S. Montalvo has served as muse to artists, composers, performers and writers—and in turn, they contribute their disciplines to the park’s packed schedule of concerts and creative events.

Dine

As the sun starts to set, make your way over to Saratoga Village. The area’s historic downtown features a number of delectable dining opportunities, so we recommend taking a leisurely lap around the block to scout your options before committing.

Go bold at Flowers Saratoga, a place with powder-pink velvet booth seats and dramatic food presentation (think shortcake served in fishbowl globes of ice and Hummingbird cocktails sprouting a flurry of feathery plumes (not to worry, it’s actually pulled Turkish cotton candy).

In the mood for tom yum soup and pad kee mao noodles? For Thai cravings, you can’t go wrong with either Bai Tong or Mint Leaf Cuisine. Both are dramatically decorated: Bai Tong with intriguing artifacts and oil paintings; Mint Leaf with zebra print chairs, swaths of decorative curtains and a bold red ceiling.

To take it up a notch, pull out all the stops at the Plumed Horse. Enjoy your striped bass and souffle in a crocodile print chair near a cozy indoor fireplace or lounge under the chandeliers in the tent outdoors. The real showstopper here is the restaurant’s transparent corridor of wine, its glass floor revealing not one, but two stories of vintage bottles stacked floor to ceiling.

For a hands-on meal, visit La Fondue to dip skewered morsels into heated pots of cheese and chocolate. Matching the novelty of the dining experience, the eclectic ambiance includes Moroccan lamps, geisha murals, funky chandeliers and pop art wallpaper.

Photography: Courtesy Silicon Valley Shakespeare

Watch

For evening entertainment during the months of July and August, attend a Silicon Valley Shakespeare performance in Sanborn County Park’s tree-fringed amphitheater. To keep things fresh, this troop of thespians often adds contemporary twists to the bard’s Old English. Past playful themes have taken The Taming of the Shrew to the Wild West, The Tempest to the tropics, and Pericles: Prince of Tyre to outer space (light sabers and blasters included). They’ve even brought a ’90s battle of the bands to Love’s Labour’s Lost (think NSync vs. the Spice Girls). Productions take place under the stars—poetic, but also cold—so pack layers or a snuggly blanket.

After the applause fades away, it’s time to bring the night to a close and head home. Until next time, Saratoga.

Landmark: Sánchez Adobe

Words by Lexi Friesel

Did you know there’s a place in San Mateo County where the 19th-century chapter of your history textbook comes to life? Don’t let the straightforward architecture and modest sun-dried bricks of Pacifica’s Sánchez Adobe fool you. In truth, this old two-story Spanish building boasts a colorful (and scandalous!) history. Originally the site of an Ohlone village, the land on which the adobe now resides was claimed as a mission outpost by Spanish explorers in 1786. After an epidemic ravaged the area just six years later, the land remained abandoned for decades until the former mayor (alcalde) of San Francisco, Don Francisco Sánchez, was granted the parcel and utilized the area as a rancho to raise cattle. Although Sánchez might have resurrected the adobe, it long outlived him. As the 20th century dawned, the adobe’s owner converted it into the lively Hotel San Pedro, playing host to travelers disembarking from the Ocean Shore Railroad. Throughout the 1900s, the building donned many hats—ranging from an artichoke packing shed to a Prohibition speakeasy (with whiskey stills hidden in the artichoke fields) to a bordello to a hunting lodge. A much more family-friendly attraction these days, Sánchez Adobe hosts the annual Rancho Day Fiesta (mark your calendar for September 17), when visitors can experience life on a historic rancho through dancing, stamping leather, candle-making and other hands-on activities. A quilt show with live music is also held on the property each fall. Sánchez Adobe is free to visit Tuesday to Thursday from 10AM to 4PM, Saturday and Sunday from 12PM to 4PM.

Breakwater Barbecue

Words by Elaine Wu

Hailing from the San Mateo County coastal town of El Granada, Wyatt Fields is a self-proclaimed barbecue nerd. For the last ten years, he’s been devoted to his passion for better barbecue. But his obsession with open-flame cooking dates back to his middle school days when he went on a surfing trip down to Baja. “There was a rusty grill one of the dads was cooking chicken on and I loved everything about it, from the smell to the gathering of people,” Wyatt recalls. “At one point, he had to run out for something and left me in charge. That responsibility was something I loved and still remember. I flipped the chicken way too much but I didn’t burn it!”

That instant affinity led Wyatt to begin working in the food service industry as a teenager. Unable to afford formal culinary training, he learned whatever he could by doing just about every job in a professional kitchen. In addition to taking on roles ranging from butcher to bartender, Wyatt also interned with French chefs to learn the most refined fine dining skills. Through it all, he continued to obsessively research and test barbecue techniques, learning how to slow-smoke meat on an offset grill. “I’d always buy a big chunk of brisket and write the experience in my diary,” he shares. “Everything from the temperature to the fuel I used.”

In 2013, Wyatt formed his first catering company, offering what he called an ‘elevated barbecue experience,’ which hooked him completely. “The feeling of community is what originally drew me in,” he reflects. “It was just so awesome seeing the unpretentiousness of open-air cooking.” In 2019, recognizing the need for a barbecue joint along the coast, Wyatt set out to create a more permanent operation in his hometown, where he forged lifetime friendships and caught his first wave. For Wyatt, Breakwater Barbecue also represented a way to give back. “I grew up in this area and I want the community to feel like this is their place where they can share food with family and friends,” he says.

Located about 10 minutes north of Half Moon Bay, Breakwater’s space is cozy yet airy and includes a large counter so customers can see the butcher cutting the various slabs of barbecue meats. Time it just right, and they’ll even slice you a fresh piece to sample that’s warm, smoky and perfectly spiced. Wyatt’s brand of craft barbecue combines the best of everything he’s learned over the years. He doesn’t use shortcuts—from sauces to sides, it’s all made from scratch.

Wyatt’s hand-trimmed beef brisket uses a Texas-style dry rub, while his pulled pork uses a South Carolina-style mustard-based sauce. Brisket trimmings go into the sausages, which take three days to make. Wyatt sources coastal oak for the wood, using an offset stick burner instead of the more common electric smoker. “We’re doing barbecue the way it should be,” he asserts. “You have to watch the fire, monitor the temperature and really know your wood.”

Wyatt claims that making good barbecue is more a feeling than timing. “It’s not about fall off the bone, it’s about the pull of the meat,” he explains, adding that this labor-intensive process is not for the faint of heart. “If you don’t love barbecue, you have no place running a business like this.”
The result is handcrafted meats that are perfectly smoked, full-flavored and ridiculously tender and juicy. “People are noticing the difference. You come here and you realize that this is what barbecue should be,” Wyatt states proudly.

Currently, folks can grab a beer and watch a game in the restaurant’s corner bar area where Wyatt hopes to someday also offer fish tacos, taking advantage of the area’s fresh seafood. Special menu items like the smoked Gold Rush dry rub half-chicken or cider and herb smoked turkey breast are only available on weekends. Breakwater is open Thursday to Sunday 11AM-6PM, and Wyatt realizes some customers may be unfamiliar with the barbecue culture of selling until the meat is all gone. He recommends pre-ordering either online or by phone to avoid being disappointed.

“I know the term has been diluted, but in California where barbecue isn’t as big as it is in other parts of the country, it’s important to say this is ‘craft barbecue,’” he relays. “In Texas, they’ll frown if you say that. But what’s cool is that now people are seeking out the spots that are doing this kind of craft barbecue. I never thought in my wildest dreams I’d be here doing this.”

Cocktails: Artisanal Ice

Words by Sheri Baer

Whenever they’d hit the road for work, Matt and Gretchen Tucker pursued a common quest. “Every city that we visited,” shares Matt, “we’d always seek out two things: the best margarita pizza and the best cocktail that we could find in town.”

Be it London, Tel Aviv or New York, they tallied up memorable (and numerous) discoveries only to become disheartened each time they returned to the Bay Area. “We have good pizza here,” the Palo Alto couple concluded, “but the cocktail scene kind of sucked.”

It didn’t make sense to the pair. They’d watch local bartenders working their craft with high-quality spirits, mixes, glasses and garnishes—followed by a disconnect. “They would make these wonderful cocktails for us and we’d get all excited,” recounts Gretchen, “and then they’d pour them over cloudy blocks of ice.”

As devotees of expertly-crafted mixed drinks, the missing ingredient jumped out clear as day: crystal-clear ice.

After consistently enjoying stellar cocktails in Portland, the couple made a few inquiries and zeroed in on a common denominator: Chuck Hartz, the founder and mastermind behind PDX Ice. Chuck started out making ice sculptures in 2012 but evolved into cocktail cubes at the behest of bar and restaurant owners. “Chuck’s customers started asking him, ‘Hey, can I just get blocks of ice?’” summarizes Matt. “And he said, ‘I can do that and how about I cut those for you too?’”

A software executive, Matt met Gretchen (who got her BS in bioengineering from Cal) at Palo Alto’s Jive Software. Although frustrated by the cocktail scene in the Bay Area, they didn’t set out to run a cool side business. However, after a diligent search, they found no local vendors offering premium ice service. “It’s a lot of fricking work to make one of these ice cubes, so if somebody had already been doing it, we wouldn’t have started this company,” states Gretchen. “We just really, really like good ice.”

So much so that they partnered with Chuck Hartz to launch Blind Tiger Ice in San Mateo. “In Prohibition days, you might say, ‘Hey, let’s go meet at the blind tiger,’ which meant, ‘Let’s go meet at the speakeasy,’” explains Matt. “So that became the inspiration.”

Founded in 2018, Blind Tiger prides itself on pairing old-school craftsmanship with state-of-the-art technology to create the ultimate cocktail ice. After relying on Chuck’s expertise to get started, Gretchen and Matt ultimately hired former bartenders and “fellow ice spirits” to tackle day-to-day operations. “It is heavy, wet, cold, laborious work,” remarks Gretchen. “You have to love the end product to be stoked to do it every day.”

Enter Blind Tiger’s San Mateo studio (essentially an ice cave), and you’ll feel an unmistakable chill in the air. Huge tanks, called clinebells, provide the magic component in Blind Tiger’s crystal-clear cubes. When water is frozen unevenly (which happens with home fridges and trays), the dissolved minerals and tiny air bubbles become trapped and create cloudy ice, which cracks easily and melts quickly. Clinebells employ a technique called directional freezing, allowing Blind Tiger to freeze highly-purified water slowly from one direction.

“The clinebells push any impurities up to the top and we just cut off that layer with a chainsaw,” describes Andrew Rosewitz, who, along with Daniel Dobbs and Jack Ocampo, make up Blind Tiger’s “ice nerd” team. “Ice to a bartender is what fire is to a chef; it’s how you ‘cook’ your cocktail,” Andrew notes. “When we cut a cube, it’s a perfectly clear, tasteless product that’s going to melt slowly, contribute cold to the drink and nothing else.”

Each of Blind Tiger’s six clinebells have two tanks, which output two 300-pound blocks every three days. “After we hoist out the big blocks, we have fun with the chainsaws,” chimes in Daniel, just before he revs up for some carving action. “We cut them into more manageable pieces, either for the band saw or a sphere machine or nice slabs for the CNC to put design work on.”

The CNC, or Computer Numeric Controller, gives Blind Tiger the ability to customize cubes. The computer-guided drill bit cuts into the ice using designs created in CAD software–everything from initials and logos to whimsical images with seasonal hooks. Despite the BRRR!-eliciting conditions, the team warms up the space by keeping the mood light.

Consider the naming of Blind Tiger’s two walk-in freezers: “Walk-in Phoenix” and “Christopher Walk-in.” And then there’s the sphere-making machine dubbed “Ballsy.” If two-inch cubes are on the day’s order… “We’ll say we need 100 BFC’s,” shares Gretchen, “as in Big F***king Cube.”
In 2020, Blind Tiger Ice pivoted to include residential delivery, but Gretchen and Matt are toasting the return of Bay Area events and a vibrant bar and restaurant scene. “There is a resurgence of artisanal care around cocktails,” observes Matt, “and the ice is a key part of that.”

With a goal of making elevated ice easy, Blind Tiger provides crystal-clear cubes, spheres (the slowest-melting), Collins spears and custom cuts, along with specialty logo cubes and ice sculptures. Delivering to all parts of the Bay, the ice studio counts Ettan, Quattro, BarZola, 54 Mint, Fogbird Lounge, Cavallo Point and Hog Island Oyster Co. among its dozens of customers.

Simultaneously “growing two small humans” in tandem with their businesses, the cocktail-loving duo still make time for an evening libation—a Perfect Old-Fashioned for Gretchen and a Vieux Carré for Matt, each poured over a BFC. “The amount of effort and love that’s been put into every single cube of frozen water is remarkable,” reflects Gretchen. “We like to think that it improves every single cocktail that it’s in.” Cheers to that.

The Beat on Your Eats: Brunch

Words by Johanna Harlow

Munch your way through brunch with these beguiling breakfast spots.

foreigner

San Mateo

Downtown San Mateo’s New-American cafe, Foreigner, is attracting quite the flock of foodies. If roasted butternut squash tartine with pumpkin seeds, cream cheese and a balsamic honey glaze doesn’t make your stomach growl, what will? With tantalizing presentation and flavor to match, this brunch spot by day, dinner destination by night, knows the recipe for success. One fun item to order is the Sexy French Toast: homemade TCHO-chocolate banana walnut bread with seasonal fruit and a seductive drizzle of maple syrup. Doubling as a rustic/industrial coffee shop, Foreigner offers plenty of coffee options to accompany your meal. Like the visually stunning “healthy hue” latte flight. Colored with rosy beet, golden turmeric, blue spirulina and green matcha, these drinks span an entire pastel rainbow. 60 E 3rd Avenue, Suite 108, open Monday and Tuesday from 8AM to 5PM, Wednesday through Sunday 8AM to 9PM.

Photography: Courtesy of Mints & Honey (Cover Photo: Courtesy Foreigner)

mints & honey

San Carlos

Nothing goes half-done at Mints & Honey. So when you order the avocado toast, don’t expect an uninspired veggie-on-carb combo. Here, your thick slab of ACME bread will not only come with a generous slathering of avocado, but also adorned with stripes of spices, a mint leaf sprig and a pansy flower. Expect their other dishes to be treated with similar care. For the chance to get artsy yourself, opt for the toast or waffle samplers, which allow you to select from a bevy of yummy ingredients. You might deck your waffle in rose jam, honey, strawberries and ricotta. Or your toast with hummus, lox, prosciutto and fig jam. The possibilities are endless. 1524 El Camino Real, open Tuesday to Sunday from 8AM to 2:30PM; closed Monday.

Photography: Johanna Harlow

angelicas

Redwood City

To load up on hashbrowns and huevos benedictos, make a stop at Angelicas, an establishment known for its Latin twist on California cuisine. For warm, indulgent comfort food, consider checking out one of Angelicas’ specialty dishes: cinnamon pancakes drizzled with lechera, crowned with berry-apple compote and sprinkled with powdered sugar. Also… did we mention the ambiance? With a secret-garden-like courtyard blanketed with ivy walls and draped in string lights, Angelicas is truly a sanctuary for those lazy Sunday mornings. 863 Main Street, open Tuesday through Thursday and Sunday from 8AM to 2:30PM, 4 to 9PM; Friday and Saturday 8AM to 2:30PM, 4 to 10PM; closed Monday.

All That Jazz

Words by Johanna Harlow

Jazz singer Rebecca Dumaine knows a thing or two about finding one’s voice. Over the years, songs and self-discovery have gone hand-in-hand for the Menlo Park vocalist, whisking her along on a memorable and melodious journey.

Music runs deep in Rebecca’s family. “It’s in my bones,” she says, revealing that her dad, Dave Miller, followed in the fingertips of his concert pianist grandmother, tickling the ivories even as a toddler. After long days at the law firm, he would regularly decompress on the Steinway. “I fell asleep listening to him plunking the piano every night,” Rebecca recalls. He also ensured she grew up on a steady diet of Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole and George Shearing.

Even still, singing took a backseat for Rebecca when she left the Peninsula to study drama at Duke University, followed by a theater career in New York. And even though she sometimes sang in musicals… “They never really moved me,” Rebecca reflects. “I thought they were fun, but they didn’t do anything to my soul.” Precise and exacting, musical theater felt too constrictive. “Whereas jazz, you get to take a lot of risks. You can come in a measure late and then kind of make up for that. You can improvise. There’s just something much freer and more expressive about jazz.” She holds a particular fondness for bittersweet bossa nova.

A real eye-opener for Rebecca came when she studied and later taught the Linklater Technique, a method intended to free an actor’s natural voice. It helped her recognize that her forte as a singer didn’t need to be a boisterous vibrato. “I’m not a big Broadway belter. I’m not a Big Voice,” she notes. Instead, Rebecca began embracing a sound equal parts resonant, expressive and sincere—a style similar to Irene Kral’s buttery tones. “You just need to have your voice be the most expressive that it can be,” she finally concluded. “I can just be totally me.”

A pivotal turning point for Rebecca came after she agreed to sing with her dad and his instrumental trio on a gig. The experience felt like a coming home. “Something definitely shifted in me, back to jazz… Something happened in my body,” she recounts. Reflecting on its strong impact on her, she says, “All of these paths—voice training and acting—fed into this new thing around the time I was pregnant, the most visceral, primal experience.”

Upon moving back to the Peninsula, Rebecca began to regularly accompany the Dave Miller Trio. With a singer, the group procured regular restaurant gigs at Redwood City’s Angelicas and Menlo Park’s Bistro Vida. At first, Rebecca admits to playing it safe vocally. “I wanted to get it right… but that’s so boring,” she laughs. As she continued to grow as a performer, she gained confidence in this new environment, learning to engage the audience, experiment with her voice and “trust” the songs. “It’s kind of like immersing yourself in a new language, in a new country,” she describes. “You just have to go and make a lot of mistakes. And then, sooner or later, you’re dreaming in that language.” Numerous gigs and six recorded albums later, she’s certainly hit her stride.

Take scat singing, for instance. Scatting—a vocalist’s manner of spouting nonsense syllables in a way that imitates an instrument—is a joyfully improvisational act. It’s a technique popularized by Louis Armstrong who, after dropping his lyrics mid-song, started experimenting with his voice off the cuff. “It’s a fun, spur-of-the-moment dialogue,” Rebecca shares. “Jazz is very much a conversation—between the instrumentalists as well as the singer.”

On that same note, the father-daughter bond has become an integral part of Rebecca’s sound. “He’s my musical soulmate. We just get each other,” she shares, stating that they need only exchange looks to communicate. “I don’t even know how to describe it,” she muses. “It’s almost like we’re not father and daughter when we’re performing. It’s like he’s my buddy.” She smiles as she shares how they tease each other during gigs: “I’ll be like, ‘Hey, Mozart, too many notes. Chill out when I’m singing—and then you can go do all of your trills when it’s your solo.’ And he can be like, ‘Sure you don’t want me to count us in? Because last time…’ It’s just a blast! I love that level of comfort—that freedom and history.”

Other regular band members include Bill Belasco or Rob Gibson on drums as well as Andrew Higgins or Chuck Bennett on bass. Although Rebecca and her father regularly meet to arrange music, the other musicians tend to forgo practice runs before restaurant gigs. Riffing off each other, Rebecca explains, shows comfortability and trust. “I love being able to just say, ‘Let’s see where this goes today.’ It’s not this very rehearsed thing,’” she states. That said, they invest plenty of preparation before bigger venue shows such as at the former Savanna Jazz in San Carlos or The Sound Room in Oakland.

Beyond the playfulness involved in singing, Rebecca also thrills in the storytelling element, a value carried over from her acting career. “I let the words as well as the melody take me on my own journey,” she expresses. “I try not to force too much of a subtextual undercurrent to it. I try to live within the images that the song is providing me.”
A single word can provoke a number of responses, she asserts. “Even the word ‘clear’ has so many different images that come to my mind. It can be clarity of thought. It can be literally the clarity of color. It can be an openness in your heart.” When Rebecca recorded “On a Clear Day” for her newest album, fires had sent Northern California up in smoke… Needless to say, the lyrics conjured a visceral image.

This fascination with words extends to Rebecca’s work as a dialect coach. “I teach it, I sing it—I’m obsessed with language,” she grins. The vocalist has taught voice, speech and dialects—previously at NYU, SUNY Purchase, Columbia, The Maggie Flanigan Studio and The Actors Studio, and currently at Academy of Art University. She also acts as a dialect and vocal coach, both privately and at several schools (including Menlo Atherton High where her son is a student), and shares that she’s conversant in everything from the polished, clipped tones of the Queen’s English to the nasally twang of a Queens New Yorker.

A caged canary no longer, Rebecca’s musical journey continues as she weaves stories through song and embraces her strengths without reserve.

The Bravemaker

Words by Johanna Harlow / Cover photo: Courtesy of Erin Ashford

Actor, screenwriter and director Tony Gapastione doesn’t lob softball films out into the world. Whereas major film studios might play it safe with gratuitous action flicks and lightweight rom-coms, this Redwood City creative will always reach for meatier subject matter.

Take his feature-length film, Last Chance Charlene, the tale of a struggling screenwriter/actress who has recently lost her brother. The movie touches on hard-hitting subjects like the grieving process and the aftermath of suicide—but tough topics don’t scare Tony. “I’m passionate about that,” he says.

“Let’s get better at having hard conversations.” The mindset has paid off.
Tony managed to recruit Alley Mills, the well-known Wonder Years actress (and recent widow) as Charlene’s mother. Moreover, the film drew attention from Cinequest, earning it a debut in this year’s lineup.

The movie has also given Bay Area talent numerous opportunities to shine. “The big studios aren’t going to make these smaller films,” observes Tony. And because they prefer to play it safe with their investments… “They’re going to pass over and miss out on newer talent, newer voices.” But Tony is comfortable with risk. After all, pursuing a filmmaking career this far north of Hollywood isn’t for the faint of heart.

Photogrophay: Courtesy of Bravemaker

Perhaps another reason for the independent film’s success resides in how near to heart the storyline hits for its creator. Before screenwriting or directing, Tony concentrated purely on acting—but that changed after his grandmother took her life in 2012. “I was in a tailspin,” he says of the traumatic time. The following year, he dedicated some of the money she’d left him toward attending his first Sundance Film Festival. The experience was life-altering. “I was floored, inspired, weak in the knees,” he recalls. “I came back from Sundance 2013 going, ‘I can make a movie.’” That same year, he shot his first short film.

By 2018, Tony had formed BraveMaker, a nonprofit dedicated to elevating bold stories and underrepresented voices. “We curate and create original films in order to have community dialogues about life’s most meaningful topics,” he explains. With the aim “to ask questions that start good conversations,” he produced a number of memorable short films. Last Chance Charlene is the organization’s first feature-length project, with several more in the works. In July, the movie will also screen at BraveMaker’s annual Film Fest in Redwood City. Initially launched in 2019, this year’s event will feature Alley Mills, Jeffrey Lieber (co-creator of Lost) and Angela Harvey (a staff writer on Teen Wolf).

Beyond its entertainment value, Last Chance Charlene is meant to be a resource. Previously the pastor and creative director at Peninsula Covenant Church (a position he held for 20 years), Tony views filmmaking as another way to nurture souls. “Obviously, this is a different part of my story, but I believe this is my ministry,” Tony shares.

To that end, BraveMaker recruited grief consultants to shed light on the subject of loss and create companion guides for viewers of the film. “One of the things the grief counselor said is, ‘Charlene’s got way more levels of grief than just her brother,’” Tony points out. She’s also grieving relationship strains, the guilt of not being a present parent and rejections of her script. What’s more, the film shows the complex nature of grief with a sister, a wife and a mother all grappling with loss in their own individual ways. “There’s no right way to grieve,” Tony notes. “Charlene even says, ‘I don’t know how to do it.’”

Nowhere is this complexity more present than a scene in which Charlene overreacts to being duped by another character. “This is grief. It’s up, it’s down, she’s crying, she’s hitting her head,” Tony says. “It’s painful and it’s ridiculous all at the same time.” In this raw moment, Charlene’s friend Dino comes alongside her. He sees Charlene sprawled out on her back—and lays his head next to hers in a poignant act of solidarity. “I wrote him as a kind of symbolic brother,” Tony relays.

Photogrophay: Courtesy of Michael Dhanuwidjaja

That support system happened not only on-screen, but behind the camera as well. During filming, Tony recalls wrapping up a multiple-hour shoot—only to discover a glaring continuity error. Overwhelmed by the setback, he left the set to clear his head. “My assistant director Felipe Barandiaran was walking alongside me. And he’s like, ‘Okay, just breathe,’” Tony shares. “He said, ‘Okay. Let me tell you a story. In 1974, when Steven Spielberg was making Jaws, the mechanic shark wasn’t working, and this is what they had to do…’” It brought Tony’s stress levels right down. “We’re going to make it work,” he realized.

In turn, Tony supported his leading lady Allison Ewing as she tackled the emotionally-demanding role of Charlene. “Allison, as an actor, needed to find a way into Charlene,” Tony explains. As she grew in her understanding of the character, she brought depth to her portrayal. “I love watching what an actor does with my words. I like seeing how they take it beyond what I thought,” he shares. “In filmmaking, we often talk about how there’s so many different versions of the movie: the one you write, the one you shoot, the one you edit. There’s also the one that the actors bring to life and seeing how they bring nuance to the character and how they reinterpret lines.”

Photogrophay: Courtesy of Michael Dhanuwidjaja

So what makes it all worth it? Why keep plowing forward despite the challenges of indie filmmaking? Tony considers this, glancing around his studio/office, a love letter to the cinematic artform with decorative reels and film festival photos adorning the walls and a “make cool sh!t” mug flanking the Keurig machine. His bookshelves include The Subversive’s Guide to Independent Filmmaking, Creative Confidence, and The Reel Truth. “Stories change the world,” he replies. “And I think one of the ways they do it is through healing. Stories heal us.”

Catch A Wave

Words by Emily McNally

On a cool, sunny day at Surfer’s Beach in El Granada, Ella Catalano-Dockins, the owner of Blue Swell Surf School, gathers a group of beginners around her. “You have to believe you can stand up,” she encourages. “It takes confidence to make it happen.”

At just 20 years old, Ella is young to be heading up a business that teaches groups and individuals of any age to catch waves, but she has years of valuable experience behind her. A successful competitive surfer throughout her teen years, Ella started surfing for the Half Moon Bay school district when she was 11 and is a former instructor at Pillar Point Harbor Surf School.

Now, having launched Blue Swell Surf School with her sister Lily and her mother Cristina, she runs the only women-owned and -operated surf school on the San Mateo County coast. “I feel like that makes us special,” Ella states, adding that she is ready to share her deep love of surfing with a larger population. “I just start where people are comfortable and work from there. Surfing is for everyone.”

Ella’s coastal roots run both local and deep. “We grew up here. My grandparents still live in the house my dad was raised in. Montara Beach was our playground, and I remember my mom making me run up and down the dunes to wear me out when I was a kid,” she says. Ella adds that her mother is originally from Sarasota. “So I have beach people on both sides of my family,” she notes with a smile.

In spite of those early ties to beach life, Ella didn’t gravitate to surfing until she broke her arm when she was ten. “I couldn’t play softball anymore,” she recounts. “It was a year before I could hit a ball again, so I was bouncing off the walls.” Her dad sent her to the beach with Ion Banner, a longtime family friend and Mavericks legend whom she credits with helping shift her focus. “Anything new I’ve ever done on the water, from jet ski rescues to toe surfing, he’s been there to support me,” she says.

Ella grew her confidence in the water at Junior Lifeguards of Half Moon Bay, a demanding summer program where kids aged 9 to 15 learn the critical elements of water safety. “I learned all the important basics,” she summarizes. “How to rescue, doing CPR, what to pay attention to when you’re on the water, like swells and riptides.” As a young teenager, she critically put those skills to use: “I saved a guy’s life when I was 13. I still see him around all the time. I’m glad to know I can perform a rescue under real pressure.”

While attending Mercy Burlingame High School, Ella surfed for Half Moon Bay High under coaches Carrie Kemp and Mike Wallace. She was one of only two girls on a team of about 15. In her freshman year, she placed fifth in the state championship. “Everyone was a head or two taller than me. They were all seniors. The waves were huge and terrifying, but I would just go for it,” Ella recalls. “I’ll never give up that trophy.”

Ella compounded her success by winning first place in Pacifica’s Big Chill Out Longboard Contest in 2017 and in the Women on Waves Longboard Contest in Santa Cruz in 2018. But as she examined the life of professional surfing, she experienced doubts about her place in that world. “I just couldn’t figure out how to have enough money to stay in Portugal for two weeks waiting to surf,” she admits. “I’m a competitive person, but at the end of the day, I surf because it makes me happy.”

In the midst of juggling two jobs while attending Skyline Community College, Ella was alerted by the owner of The Mavericks Experience where she worked that he was ready to sell the surf school. He wondered if she’d be interested in purchasing it. Ella took the offer to her family. “My mom and dad have been in partnership running a construction company for years,” she shares. “They understood how to go about setting up a business.”

The basic elements came together quickly. Ella’s mother designed the website and suggested the name, and her sister created the logo and supports Ella in group lessons. She’s had the business up and running for private and group lessons since November and is planning a full roster of camps for the summer.

Though Ella pursued surfing ferociously, she has little interest in turning out professional athletes as an instructor. Instead, she hopes she can foster the same satisfaction she finds every day when she heads out with her board under her arm. “The most consistent thing in my life is that when I surf, I have a better day,” she explains. “When I see that joy in my students, it’s everything.”

Blue Swell Surf School’s lessons begin on the beach with basic stretches and a couple of practice attempts at ‘pop-ups’—a quick jump from belly to board to fully upright. Once in the water, Ella directs you into a wave and you get a shot at catching it. “You don’t realize how tiring it’s going to be until you’re in there,” she acknowledges. “The board is hard to control. You have to learn to work with it so you don’t lose your energy.” Under Ella’s expert guidance, over the course of an hour and half lesson, students start to feel that cresting a wave with the board still under them is within reach. “It takes time, but eventually, everyone will stand up,” Ella says. “And it’s the best when you give someone a chance at that thrill.”

According to Ella, aside from confidence, the most critical element for successful surfing is balance: “Moving a tiny smidge up or down your board can make a huge difference in your stability.” Now, as a student majoring in marine biology and a fledgling business owner, she recognizes the need to cultivate that same balance in her life. “I’m definitely juggling a lot of pieces right now,” she admits. But Ella keeps herself anchored to her deepest purpose. “When I surf, it makes me happy, and I leave my problems behind,” she reflects. “I have a love for the ocean that’s never going to end.”

Diary of a Dog: Worf

Blink all you like, but you’re seeing me clearly. I do indeed have two different-colored eyes—one haunting blue, the other warm brown. They are just one of my signature features, along with my impressive blue merle (multi-colored marbled) coat, fluffy tail and incessant, happy smile. By way of a more formal introduction, I’m Worf, a Cardigan Welsh Corgi, and I’m pleased to make your acquaintance. Don’t be fooled by my low-to-the-ground carriage. I’m actually quite agile and athletic, and in fact, my ancestors have been herding sheep in Wales for over 3,000 years. However, you can usually find me romping in Menlo Park with my beloved family Peter, Lava and August. Credit goes to August for giving me my name. He’s a Star Trek fan and was always impressed by Lieutenant Worf’s high sense of honor and strict warrior code on Star Trek: Next Generation. While there’s little chance of an alien invasion on the Peninsula, I’m always on alert for this long-handled aggressive broom that steals the delicious crumbs from the floor. It’s much taller than me, but I’ve learned I can slow it down by playfully attacking the bristles. I’m also quite serious about my role as official greeter at the park. Once I’ve completed my social duties, then I’m cleared to take off on rambunctious games of chase and roll with my buddies.

Perfect Shot: All Aglow at Martin’s Beach

“I have been immersed in photography since the age of 12 when my grandpa built a darkroom for me in our family basement,” shares Menlo Park’s Jennifer Fraser. The longtime Peninsula resident captured this Perfect Shot just south of Half Moon Bay. “I first visited Martin’s Beach as a teenager,” Jennifer continues. “My favorite time to visit is ‘the golden hour’—sunset—during a minus tide when all the sea flora is open to view.”

Image by Jennifer Fraser / jenniferfraser.zenfolio.com

Calling all shutterbugs: If you’ve captured a unique perspective of the Peninsula, we’d love to see your Perfect Shot. Email us at
hello@punchmonthly.com to be considered for publication.

Essay: Poof!

Words by Sloane Citron

The years of your children living at home slip by silently and stealthily like unopened bottles of champagne languishing in your pantry saved for special occasions that never happen.

It was a profound moment that is forever remembered when my oldest, Josh, was preparing to leave home for the first time. Josh was 10 and he was going to Camp Ramah in Ojai for four full weeks. It wasn’t just traumatic for me, either. All six of us gathered in the boys’ room, packing his large duffle bag, alternating tears and laughter as though he was being sent off to war instead of to sleep-away camp five hours from our home.

But still, there was meaning in that moment, the first time the six of us would be apart from each other for a significant period—not together celebrating Shabbat dinners, squabbling with each other in local restaurants or all sleeping under one roof, and we all felt the impact. It was, if you will, the first tear in the bubble that was our family.

We got in our Suburban the next day, a bright June morning, and made the drive south. Camp Ramah was a familiar place for us, since my wife and I met there during a college weekend some 17 years previously, and we’d all been there for one reason or another over the years. So, it was full circle for our children to make the trek back to the place of their origin. But dropping off our Josh was tough, and I vividly remember the first hour back on the road, the tears so dripping down my face that I could hardly see to drive. Blame some difficult childhood goodbyes.

The next year, the balloon leaked a bit more as both Josh and his sister Arielle headed to camp. Again, the tears flowing down my face made it hard to drive the first portion back north on Highway 101, but I understood that the four weeks would go by quickly until we were all reunited.

Eventually, all the children went to Camp Ramah, though Josh, not such a fan, went only for a few years and so there was never a time when all four were gone at once. By this time, though, I had grown accustomed to the short breaks in our family unity.

In the speed of a bull whip snap, though, came the big leave: college. Specifically (and he was always the front-runner), Josh leaving to go to UC Santa Barbara, his choice for higher learning. We drove our big Suburban down the coast again, this time, just west of Ojai, to the bright and beautiful campus. When we got Josh settled in his dorm room, I came to appreciate his choice. Below his room’s large glass window was a swimming pool with about two dozen students lounging, and in the near distance was the Pacific Ocean. Not too shabby.

Saying goodbye to Josh was another trying event for me, made harder still because this really was the end of the home life that once seemed as though it would last forever. But it very quickly did not last forever. I think all young parents can’t imagine the integrity of their family ending and yet, poof, it goes in a heartbeat, and leaves us wondering about the flash of time and what the hell happened.

The next year, dropping Arielle off at Berkeley was easier since we knew that she’d come home often, which she did. And eventually, Talia also headed over to Berkeley; though, because her high school love (and now husband) was at Stanford, it seemed as though she never left home, so frequent were her visits to this side of the Bay. My youngest, Coby, made the biggest leap, going to college—and then serving in the Israeli Air Force and staying in Israel.

Over the next decade or so, the children came and went, often without me even knowing when, where or why. I had the pleasure of having two of our married children spend months with us while looking for homes or going through home renovations, and that was a wonderful last gasp of the children sleeping nearby.

But now things are coming full-circle. The second oldest of my six grandchildren (soon to be seven), three-year-old Liav, now calls her mother’s (Talia’s) old bedroom, her room, and it is where she sleeps when she spends the night. There’s no putting back the genie, of course, but it’s pretty sweet when she sleeps over, and I get to read her the same books that I read to her mother, bless her, and say the Shema, just like I did with all the kids. There is a peace to it.

Time is fleeting and rigidly pushes against our hopeless attempts to contain it. We’re left to capture as much happiness and joy while our children are briefly settled under our roofs. In those years that feel as though they will last forever, it’s easy to be preoccupied with work, technology and outside interests. Better to put those aside and spend time with your kids. Poof. Trust me.

Interview with Anna Yen, author of Sophia of Silicon Valley

With all the speculation that goes into what actually happens behind closed doors at behemoth tech companies – from drone testing to #metoo moments and everything in between – it’s a treat to get a peek inside from someone whose actually been there. Enter Anna Yen.

Yen’s new novel, Sophia of Silicon Valley, is semi-autobiographical. The novel is fictionalized for a number of reasons, including the desire to have some creative license to weave into an entertaining yet impactful story. The characters and experiences are inspired by Anna’s real life at some of the largest companies in tech, investor relations and marketing.

Yen was born slightly south of the true Peninsula in Saratoga, but moved to Woodside as a teen and spent most of her life here since. Read on to see how Yen soaks up all the exciting energy for work and life she feels on the Peninsula. Read Sophia, on the other hand, to see how she substantively adds to the current social discussion about corporate ethics and responsibility at the same time she charms your pants off.

What has the local response been to the book?

If you read the Amazon or Goodreads reviews, the response overall has been quite positive. There are certainly some haters out there who claim that I couldn’t possibly live in Silicon Valley or criticize me for being insensitive to the Powell-Jobs family, but in fact part of the point of the book was to show the very human sides of these iconic people who changed the world. Many folks who inspired the book or know the characters who inspired the book have said I nailed it on the head and that it’s actually very accurate.

If the book does well, will you stop working in tech?

I currently work at an Investor Relations (IR) firm and I also just supported the Dropbox IPO.

No, I will not stop working in tech! I have always had a full-time job and love being in the midst of all the innovation that is happening. The buzz and energy of startup world fuels me – I suppose I am an adrenaline junkie! I wrote the book while I had a full-time job and it came out of me fairly quickly. Honestly, I wrote it as if I was just having drinks with a girlfriend.

What does YOUR Peninsula look like? What are your favorite things to do here? Go-to restaurants, activities?

I tried to move away from the Peninsula twice – once to Seattle (with Amazon) and another time all the way to Ireland (also for work). Both times, I came running home. I feel there is an energy on the Peninsula that is exhausting but in a good way. Silicon Valley is a place for vibrant people who are always brainstorming and moving forward.

I have so many favorite places but I have to say, Blue Line Pizza takes the cake…or should I say pie. It happens to be my sister’s restaurant, but I am not just biased… it is delicious!

I tend to be outside a lot – I love Lincoln Park in Los Altos – it’s at Foothill Expressway and Edith.

Ellen Pao became a household name after her landmark discrimination lawsuit against Kleiner Perkins and now running Project Include to help with diversity efforts in tech. You are a woman of color. Were you trying to make a social statement with Sophia’s character and/or were you cognizant of how you represented Sophia because she is a woman of color?

Traditional upbringing was an important part of the story because my culture was much of what shaped me and helped me not only professionally but through the challenges of life in general. I wasn’t trying to make a social statement but I do like to think that my representation of Sophia makes some contribution towards breaking down Asian stereotypes.

I grew up as a Chinese kid in a super white suburb. Growing up, I actually hated being Chinese but now I realize that all the things that I hated about that growing up are the same things that have made me successful now. (Things like lacking a real filter, being so hardworking, etc.)

What’s are the biggest similarities and differences between working as a writer and working in tech?

Well, the similarity is that in both jobs, my role is storytelling. My duty in investor relations is to talk about positioning.

The difference is being behind the scenes vs. being front and center. I have to say that I prefer the former. I actually considers myself very shy!

So many of the people and companies in your book seem to have real-life doppelgängers. Were you worried that readers would focus more on teasing out what’s fact and what’s fiction than on Sophia’s story?

I really didn’t try to hide the people that served as the inspiration behind these characters.

When I worked at Pixar, I described the character as wearing a black turtleneck. Same obvious description goes for my time at Tesla.

And look, I don’t bash these men. My goal was to show that there are many sides to these people – and all people.

Rapid Fire:

Name someone on the Peninsula who shaped you greatly:

Jane Ou – my accounting teacher at Santa Clara

No matter how busy you are, what do you always make time for?

My family (including my dog). Also, my hip hop classes at Groovitude in Palo Alto.

What’s your favorite TV show or movie?

Hard question! I could watch Thor: Ragnorok and Melissa McCarthy’s “Spy” anytime.

What’s the favorite piece in your closet?

A very old pair of Ralph Lauren black pumps that are sexy yet walkable.

What is the lesson you value the most:

Persistence!

50 Years of Fashion: Morning Glory

Words by Annie Barnett

In the windows of Morning Glory boutique, fashion-forward mannequins strike a pose, holding sway over Burlingame Avenue as they have for 50 years. Inside the store, creative energy reverberates from the artful displays and robust spring inventory. With a combination of hard work and business savvy, owner Paulette Munroe celebrates Morning Glory’s half-century reign on the Avenue—outlasting all other businesses as the oldest store along this popular Peninsula shopping street.

Morning Glory is the story of young entrepreneurs with big ambitions and an enduring community bonded over decades. “Often, half of our customers know one another,” observes Paulette. “It’s like getting together with your girlfriends every day.” She describes how patrons will come in to talk, see friends and find comfort in the camaraderie of the store. “If you’re having a tough day and you go in there, you end up feeling great,” shares longtime customer Judy O’Neal. “They are so supportive and treat you like family.”

In 1972, after graduating early from Burlingame High School, Paulette sold clothing she designed and sewed to the original owner of Morning Glory. Growing up as one of seven children each a year apart, Paulette’s industrious spirit found an outlet in sewing and she even made her own prom dresses. “We didn’t have a lot of money, but my mother taught us to sew and she would buy us all the fabric we wanted,” she recalls fondly.

When Paulette learned Morning Glory would soon be closing, she hatched a plan. “I talked with my father about buying Morning Glory with my sister,” she recounts. “I worked at a restaurant and my sister worked at a laundromat, and he agreed to match our savings with a loan at eight percent interest.” Before long, at just 18 and 19 years of age, Paulette and Maureen Monroe became the owners of Morning Glory, selling clothes by day while Paulette continued waitressing in the evenings as they built the business.

“People used to say we were a cross between Martha Stewart and U2,” laughs Paulette. ”I was one way and she was another, and it worked really well for a long time.” Maureen did the windows and books, and Paulette sewed all of the alterations, which she still does today as a complimentary service.

After 40 years, Maureen left Morning Glory to pursue other business interests and Wendy Thrasher, a longtime employee for four decades, stepped up to help with buying for the store. “It is like going shopping all day long and picking whatever you like,” Paulette smiles. “And you don’t have to wonder whether it fits or will look good on you.”

According to Paulette, one of the keys to Morning Glory’s longevity is loyal staff who have contributed to the business for decades: “They all stay a really long time and get relationships going with customers.” Adds Wendy, “I’m still helping one customer I’ve had since the ’70s.”

While many stores have cut back on inventory in recent years, Morning Glory has continued to maintain a large, carefully-curated collection, often with racks flowing out the front door. Whereas comfort has been the buzzword of late, this spring, Paulette sees a big shift away from athleisure to clothes for going out and even formal wear. “I think more people are trying to get out of their sweatpants because they’ve been living in them for the last two years,” notes Wendy. “They are trying to get a little more polished but still casual.”

Wendy recommends accessorizing with jewelry to help update an outfit. “The shipwreck look where you wear a ton of necklaces works,” she suggests. Another longtime employee Shannon Kane points out, “Florals are huge this season. People want bright, bold colors and something fun.” She also suggests pairing different jackets, such as a blazer or bomber, to dress up or down a dress.

Paulette and her sister Maureen celebrating Morning Glory’s 10th anniversary in 1982

Paulette’s 26-year-old daughter, Josefina Beto, is following the family clothing legacy with her own thrifting website that emphasizes reuse and repurposing. “She is part of the culture of not wasting,” explains Paulette. Josefina also helps out at Morning Glory and serves as a model for many of the store’s photo shoots. Meanwhile, Paulette is not slowing down and still revels in helping customers, even if that means alterations stretching into the evening. “Everybody is going to four weddings as they have been so backed up. Dressy dresses are huge for us right now,” she remarks.

 

Paulette says that one of her super powers is her ability to make decisions. “There is nothing in my life that I am indecisive about,” she says. Customers and friends will come into the store and rely on her sense of style when they need to find the best look for an occasion. In her spare time, she applies that same ability in making design decisions for renovations, which she has done for 11 different homes. “Wallpapering, sewing, building a house and decorating a store are the same thing—it’s all related,” Paulette sums up. “It’s all about being creative.”

Through changing fashion trends and economic cycles, Morning Glory continues to maintain its multi-generational appeal, catering to customers from 18 to 80. “Fashion isn’t like it used to be where you think one thing can be the look,” explains Paulette. “You have to have every look for everybody.” For over five decades, Morning Glory has done just that, drawing a steady stream of regulars along the historic avenue where Bing Crosby once strolled.

Exquisite Kitchens: Solmateo Tour Preview 2022

Words by Diane Eclan

If the kitchen is the heart of the home, then SolMateo’s Signature Kitchen Tour is a vital pulse supporting essential mental health services in San Mateo County. Commemorating its 40th tour on May 13, 2022, the annual self-guided 10AM-3PM event gives design enthusiasts the chance to tour five exceptional homes in Burlingame, Hillsborough and San Mateo Park.
SolMateo is a volunteer group committed to shining a light on mental health. “Our membership shares a passion to destigmatize mental health and support our neighbors,” explains co-president Jenny Smith. Since its inception in 1976, the nonprofit has raised over $2.7 million to help fill the funding gap for local mental health organizations including Crisis Intervention and Suicide Prevention Center of StarVista and Mental Health Association of San Mateo County.

After two years of virtual improvisation, this year’s tour invites guests to step once again into beautifully designed kitchens and gardens. “With each tour, we strive to highlight new architectural trends in the industry,” says SolMateo member and event chair Sara Furrer. “It’s a wonderful opportunity to spark ideas for your own property, spend time with friends and family and support mental health in our community.”
Tickets can be puchased in advance at solmateo.org or Draeger’s San Mateo—or the day of the event. Here’s a PUNCH preview of the inspiring design talents and homes included in this year’s showcase.

Courtesy of Dennis Mayer

Classic Colonial

Don’t let the classic Colonial exterior fool you. The glossy blue front door cheerfully welcomes you in. Access the urban farmhouse kitchen via the formal living room to the right or the cozy family room to the left. Warm hardwood floors lead the way and show off the beautiful white cabinetry, large center island, beverage bar and dining table. With glazed painted cabinets matching the beverage bar, the island is topped with white Caesarstone and has deep drawers for handy storage. The beverage bar is clad in Calacatta marble, offset by a backsplash of white arabesque tiles. Installed in the reverse, the farmhouse sink reveals a fluted apron creating visual interest and the large paned window above lets in lots of natural light. Bespoke vintage-inspired and salvaged lighting fixtures hang from the tongue and groove ceiling. French doors open to the back deck, seamlessly extending the entertaining space.

Courtesy of Dennis Mayer

Historic Tudor

This beautifully remodeled galley kitchen has kept its 1921 footprint but is ready for its 2022 debut. The original leaded glass bay windows were removed and meticulously extended to allow more natural light to flood the sink side of the space. A brass double gooseneck regulator bridge faucet with metal wheel handles is the star of the kitchen and an art form in its own right. Driftwood lacquered cabinets and drawers are inset with hand-applied antique brass strappings with metal handles and knobs. The countertops and backsplash are Calacatta ondulato marble. The large dual fuel range is topped with a hand-patinaed steel hood banded in brass to emulate the cabinetry strappings. Warm metals continue from the kitchen, around the corner to the breakfast nook and are found on the unique chandeliers above, as well as the supports for the bar’s glass shelving. Floor-to-ceiling French doors open to the stately backyard, leading down to a creek.

Courtesy of Dennis Mayer

Petite Tudor

In keeping with its original Tudor architecture from 1929, this remodel is a mix of rugged sophistication with exposed brick, dark wood doors and flooring. Wood crown molding draws your eye up to the large distressed beams flanked by antique burnished brass plantation chandeliers. The wood detail continues on the hood border over the burner and griddle gas range. Warm white cabinets, with gold oversized pulls and knobs, echo the metal from the carriage-style light fixtures. Additional natural light fills the room from a row of narrow windows above the cabinets. A unique column refrigerator and separate freezer are concealed with custom panels and topped with illuminated glass-front cabinets. A chimney, original to the home, was discovered during the renovation and is now the backdrop for the bar.

Courtesy of Dennis Mayer

Ranch with Adu

Accessed through the formal dining room, replete with an outstanding collection of Asian wall art and artifacts displayed on mahogany floating shelves, this rancher’s large open kitchen and breakfast room offer a juxtaposition of old and present day. The kitchen’s tray ceiling adds depth and dimension, beautifully framing the large island topped with walnut. The white cabinetry and green Costa Esmeralda granite countertops pop against a lively tile backsplash in Kermit green and blue. The abundant counter space, built-in cookbook shelves and integrated appliances make this a perfect environment for a home chef and family that likes to entertain. This beautiful home is tucked on a quiet cul-de-sac with an expansive backyard terraced up a hillside. Emerging from the tree line is a two-story ADU, designed to perfectly integrate into the landscape.

Courtesy of Bernard Andre

Modern Farmhouse

The kitchen in this re-imagined A-frame modern farmhouse is a delight for the senses with colorful peacock-blue lacquered lower cabinets and playful lighting fixtures. The space is anchored with a family room on one side and a dining area on the other. A large waterfall island with an undermount stainless steel sink, topped with Calacatta Michelangelo marble, is perfect for meal prep and surrounded by appliances with integrated glazed American walnut panels in glossy white. The white Swiss cross backsplash behind the range complements the panels and upper cabinets. Brushed gold hardware and faucets echo the interior of the large pendant lights above the island. The sliding glass doors in the dining room lead out to another entertaining space, surrounded by a pool, built-in firepit and tennis court.

Artful Confection: Chocolatier

Words by Eva Barrows

Ruler-straight rows of 21 flavors of ganache and praline-filled chocolates line the glass display case of artisanal candy shop Shekoh Confections. Chef and chocolatier Shekoh Moossavi’s confectionery creations layer crisp chocolate shells over creamy, delectable fillings. The former research scientist experiments in visually appealing flavor pairings, going through vigorous R&D sessions until perfection is achieved on the shelf and the tip of the tongue.

Shekoh Confections is the culmination of a longtime dream. After Shekoh’s second time training in Paris, France, at the L’École Valrhona chocolatier program, she returned to the Peninsula with the desire to open her own chocolate shop. “I love the way Europeans approach chocolate,” she says. “I threw myself into the culinary world in France and I learned a lot, not just how to do things but also how to run a business.”

Finding a suitable storefront space turned out to be Shekoh’s biggest challenge. After two and a half years of searching, she opened in March of this year on El Camino Real in Palo Alto. Intrigued by the handwritten “We’re open” on a chalkboard street sign, eager neighbors from the Stanford University area lined up to try her chocolates. Before long, Shekoh had converted a steady stream of repeat customers.

Four days a week, Shekoh whips up fresh batches of candy. She makes praline nut fillings in-house, including peanut butter, almond butter and lemon almond, then encases them in dark chocolate. Most of the chocolates in the display case are ganache-filled with flavors ranging from citrusy bergamot (Earl Grey) and Grand Marnier to burnt caramel and Persian saffron.

“I love the classics. I don’t care for trends,” enthuses Shekoh. “Classics are forever. I don’t like to put chili powder or bacon in my chocolate. I don’t like to put wine in the chocolate. I love drinking wine with my chocolate but not inside my chocolate.”

Shekoh also conjures other delicious sweets like handmade marshmallows and nougats. Dunking fresh rosewater- or cardamom-flavored marshmallows into Shekoh’s hot chocolate, house-mixed tea or coffee tantalizes the taste buds. And so does roasting them for next-level s’mores.
Shekoh’s chewy, nut-filled French Nougat Montélimar makes another great tea accompaniment. “Nougat is really delicious,” notes Shekoh. “It doesn’t have so many calories, so eat a piece or two or three.”

As a discerning artisan chocolate maker, Shekoh uses the highest quality ingredients and sources locally when possible. Raw Valrhona French chocolate, which can go for $180 to $200 a pound, is the chocolate base for her candies. Shekoh praises Valrhona’s mouthfeel and its high percentage of cocoa butter, which is ideal for candy-making. “I don’t believe you can have mediocre raw products and then make really good products,” she asserts. “Your raw products have to be really good before you can make anything else.”

Tapping into her Persian heritage, Shekoh features Persian damask rose, a small, flavorful and aromatic rose sourced from Canada in marmalade filling. California almonds, honey and Straus Family Creamery organic butter and cream from Petaluma add local flavor to her creations.

Shekoh’s scientific background in glaucoma research at the University of Miami informs her chocolate-making process. When developing new flavors, she tests the candy’s texture, color and quality, monitoring them over a period of time. “One marshmallow I made, I’ve had for two years, and I’m still looking at it. It’s not edible anymore, but I want to see what happens to it. I’m curious,” she says. “I want to see why, when, where, how. The more you ask these questions, the better you get at your craft.”

Shekoh experiments in the back of the shop on a stone table top where only candy molds and chocolate are allowed. “I dream about flavors, and then I do it. I do a lot of tests,” she says. Through trial and error, she decides how the candy will look, what color to paint it, which chocolate (milk, dark or white) pairs best with the ganache without overpowering it. “With chocolate, you have to add the scientific part to it and make sure when you make it that if it’s shiny today, it will be shiny tomorrow, and shiny for the next three weeks and even more.”

Not satisfied with her first career in science, Shekoh enrolled in culinary school at the Florida Culinary Institute. She didn’t intend on becoming a professional chef but something hooked her during her time in the kitchen. “Even before I knew I was going to change my career,” she reflects, “I had mentally already changed my career. I’ve always loved to cook.” Dazzled by other students’ flashy kitchen techniques, she let her teachers know she wanted to learn those skills. After graduating, she worked at the Ritz Carlton in Florida, where she learned from accomplished chefs from all over the world.

After moving to San Francisco, she learned about Northern California cuisine through her work in the high-end restaurants Acquerello and Gary Danko. “I chose those kitchens based on what I needed to learn at that step of my life and career,” Shekoh explains. “Once I learned what I needed to learn, I went on to the next step.” For Shekoh, that meant opening her first restaurant, Gervais Restaurant in Saratoga, followed by another restaurant, which ultimately led to her pastry and chocolate endeavors.

Ultimately, becoming a chocolatier was the perfect choice for Shekoh. She sees it as a neverending opportunity to learn something new. When she and her chocolatier friends in France run into chocolate conundrums, they message each other to help troubleshoot. “Even though they are all experienced chocolate makers, they still run up against issues,” she observes. “You can never perfect making chocolate.”

The Beat on Your Eats: Mexican Food

Words by Johanna Harlow

Be it with Mexican chiles, chipotle or chicharron, get inspired for Cinco de Mayo.

san agus cocina

Palo Alto

Make the acquaintance of Chef Manuel Martinez through San Agus Cocina. Both the menu and space reflect the chef’s childhood in Mexico City’s San Agustin borough, including a mural with sights and flavors from his hometown. Meanwhile, the menu is a love letter to Mexican street bites (antojitos), which means an abundance of taco options with meat prepared in a variety of tasty ways. There’s carne asada and birria (for beef lovers); al pastor, carnitas and chorizo (for those who prefer pork); chicken tinga and, if you’re feeling adventurous, lengua (beef tongue). All are served on picture-perfect wooden boards. 115 Hamilton Avenue. Open Sunday to Monday from 12PM to 9PM; Tuesday to Thursday from 12PM to 9:30PM; Friday to Saturday from 12PM to 10:30PM.

Photography: Courtesy of Dahlia Mexican Grill

dahlia

San Mateo

Dahlia—a restaurant residing in a former 1920s bank—has exchanged bonds for burritos in downtown San Mateo. A bold take on contemporary Mexican cuisine, the menu blends Peruvian, Argentinian and Nicaraguan techniques and ingredients. Visit in the evening for the sinfully tasty Devil’s Shrimp (sauteed prawns with habanero peppers) alongside a prickly pear margarita—or swing by on a Sunday morning for huevos rancheros and a pot of cafe de olla (traditionally brewed Mexican coffee with cinnamon, cloves and piloncillo cane sugar). Within, the muraled walls display giant dahlia flowers (which are not only the restaurant’s namesake but also Mexico’s national flower). 164 South B Street. Monday to Thursday from 11AM to 9PM; Friday from 11AM to 10PM; Saturday from 10AM to 10PM; Sunday from 10AM to 9PM.

Photography: Johanna Harlow

cafe del sol

Menlo Park

¡Bienvenidos! Café Del Sol (“sol” translating to “sun”) lives up to its name, radiating mom-and-pop coziness with sunshine yellow walls and a warm waitstaff. With its fresh take on classic Mexican recipes, you’ll enjoy a host of authentic options—right down to the chips and salsa (the green salsa and mango salsa both have their devotees). In homage to its locale, the Menlo burrito is a combination of chicken and beef bolstered with chipotle sauce, salsa fresca, sour cream and guacamole. You might also consider the tantalizing enchilada de mariscos (grilled seafood blanketed in an earthy adobo sauce and a drizzling of chipotle tequila cream). 1010 Doyle Street. Open Monday to Saturday from 10:30AM to 2:30PM and 4:30PM to 9PM. Closed Sundays.

Fogbird Takes Off: Cocktails & More

Words by Christina Chahal

It’s official: the Peninsula has a hip new cocktail lounge that will tempt you out of your cozy nest and into theirs. Perched on a section of San Mateo’s B Street that’s permanently closed to cars, Fogbird emerged phoenix-like in early 2022 with a fresh look, menu and logo—a seabird aptly called Buzz.

“If you know us, you know we love to throw a party,” say Fogbird’s founders, David and Susan Hunsaker. “Our focus is people feeling welcomed and if you’re coming into my space, you are my guest.” In that spirit, the Hunsakers designed Fogbird to be a warm space where you can connect with your people and, according to Susan, “Feels like ahhhhh.”

That ahh feeling is abundant at Fogbird, where you’re immediately enveloped by the light and airy ambiance, a look imagined with the help of designers Je Anne Ettrick and Laura Sears. The duo transformed the space from a dark, dusty tiki bar into a comfortably elegant lounge. Fogbird’s interior features soaring ceilings, an original brick wall and a nine-foot-high bar flanked by fern wallpaper from House of Hackney. The lounge seating is surrounded by living trees and plants. The Hunsakers get so many compliments on the paint scheme that they have the color on the tips of their tongues—Benjamin Moore’s Galápagos Turquoise—a nod to both the Pacific Ocean and the Northern California coast where they found the inspiration for their business.

“We love sitting on the beach in Carmel and watching the mist, that feeling of La Dolce Vita we experienced in Italy,” waxes Susan. “Places where time stands still and there’s that sense of beauty, both romantic and inspiring.” Their goal was to capture the outdoor spaces they love and bring that feeling indoors to Fogbird. “The essence of what we’re trying to achieve is respite,” notes Susan, “the feeling that you have no cares in that moment, a Fogbird moment.”

Creating a Fogbird moment starts with one of their signature tongue-in-cheek cocktails, like the Oaxacan After Midnight or the Swan Song. “Of our top sellers, 8 out of 10 are signature drinks; it’s a really well-rounded list, including classics too with their own little twists,” notes David. “Ultimately, we wanted it to be fun and thoughtful without being overly pretentious.”

To create the perfect bar menu, they put together a list of small bites like their top-selling warm artichoke dip and warm pretzel sticks. They also have a mushroom flatbread, everything chosen to go well with their drinks.

Fogbird’s cocktail program, created under the direction of veteran Bay Area bartender Nikki Molinari, puts emphasis on the details. With a lot of prep done in advance, the execution is fast so you’re not waiting a long time for that first sip. Nikki also utilizes modern techniques to amp up the natural flavors, such as the sous vide grapefruit used in the Fogbird Paloma. “I like the way chemistry has come into the bar scene,” notes Nikki. “In order to pull out the flavors you’re looking for, like with berries, if you cook them it tastes like jam, but with sous vide you get the freshness and fresh taste.”

Nikki describes Fogbird’s clientele as a broad mix of professionals who’ve moved to the area and are now going back into the office. “We notice a lot of overflow from the offices, a return to let’s-grab-a-drink-after-work, getting back into that routine.” Nikki also teamed with the Hunsakers at their previous hospitality venture, the much-loved and now shuttered 31st and Union restaurant around the corner. It was a labor of love that attracted a loyal base of patrons for almost a decade, and when it closed, David and Susan knew they weren’t done just yet.

“We realized we don’t need a lot of space, but we do need to be connected to our community,” relates Susan. “Fogbird’s both a business and a passion project.” It’s also a natural extension for the pair, who deeply embrace their entrepreneurial roots. “David and I are each third-generation entrepreneurs,” shares Susan. “Both of our dads owned their own businesses—it’s who we are and what makes us tick.” They say they learned a lot about business sitting around the dinner table, including the importance of “hiring nice people and treating them like family.”

At Fogbird, that entrepreneurial spirit can now be purchased by the can—a line of ready-to-drink versions of its best cocktails rolling out this year. Fogbird also offers both in-person and virtual cocktail classes, which they describe as perfect for corporate team building or as a unique experience to mark a friend or family celebration.

At work, the Hunsakers divide and conquer with David acting as the “front of the house guy” and doing 70% of the operations while Susan executes the marketing. Observes Susan, “We’re both wired really differently. Give David a huge checklist and it’s done in hours; give it to me and it’ll take to the next day.”

In addition to hospitality, Susan’s background is in education, executive training and coaching, and David worked in sales. They’re both California natives—Susan grew up in Belmont while David’s from Orange County—who met while at Loyola Marymount University in Los Angeles. The Hunsakers have been together 25 years, living first in San Francisco in their 20s before raising their kids in Burlingame. If they’re not with their children or working, they say they love to travel, play golf and are more than a little obsessed with pickleball.

And right now, they’re embracing Fogbird’s launch and the promise of a successful flight. “It’s the culmination of the things that we’ve been working on for so, so long,” emphasizes David. “We feel like this is it, like we’ve got something really special to share, right here, in our own little corner of the world.”

Day Trip: Alameda Adventure

Words by Linda Hubbard

Here’s a bold statement: Alameda may be one of the best—if not the best— destinations for a day trip from the Peninsula. The reason: You’ll visit attractions available nowhere else in the Bay Area.

The town of Alameda is itself distinct. One of 18 islands that dot San Francisco Bay, Alameda started out as a peninsula attached to Oakland. A dredging project that began in the early 20th century turned it into an island.

Alameda’s neighborhoods showcase a mix of 19th century Victorian and Queen Anne architecture along with Spanish stucco homes. You can see them up close by taking advantage of the town’s many biking and walking paths. Before heading out, make sure to download a map: bikewalkalameda.org

Courtesy of the USS Hornet Sea, Air, & Space Museum

Hit the Decks

Both a national and California historic landmark, the USS Hornet was built for the U.S. Navy during WWII and served vital roles before being decommissioned in 1970. Approaching the aircraft carrier, located on the southernmost pier of the former Naval Air Station, we’re struck by its enormous size—all the better to showcase aircraft spanning five decades (1940s-1980s).

Now known as the USS Hornet Sea, Air & Space Museum, the attraction displays the majority of the aircraft on the hangar deck, but a few can be found on the flight deck. Thanks to a gigantic elevator at one end of the carrier, aircraft can be rotated up and down—and all can be viewed up close, as they aren’t roped off.

This was particularly impactful when peering into the window of the Apollo command module used for a non-manned, suborbital flight test prior to the Apollo 11 moon landing. It’s hard to imagine three grown men squeezed into the relatively tiny interior!

The USS Hornet was the prime recovery ship for the Apollo 11 and 12 moon missions after they splashed down in the Pacific Ocean.

We spent a good hour on the flight deck with docents Steve Leavell and Tom Krysiak, who were very knowledgeable about all aspects of the aircraft carrier. Their tales made the visit even more enjoyable. Walking the flight deck also provides great views of the San Francisco skyline.

The USS Hornet Sea, Air & Space Museum is open Friday through Monday from 10AM to 5PM

Photography: Robb Most

Sip and Snack at Spirits Alley

A friend who’s lived in Alameda for 30 years tipped us off about Spirits Alley, also at the former Naval Air Station along Monarch Street at Alameda Point. Located in historic naval buildings and oversized hangars, this cluster of artisan distilleries and tasting rooms is a popular destination for sipping and viewing.

One way to visit—at least on Friday evenings and on Saturday and Sunday from 1-7PM—is to hop on the free trolley between the Alameda-Main Street and Seaplane Lagoon ferry terminals. Our Alameda insider says it’s quite the bustling scene on Fridays with partygoers coming over from San Francisco.

We visited in the afternoon, so many of the distilleries had yet to open, but we were lucky to stumble upon Almanac Beer Co. with its warm interior and welcoming staff. Housed in a 1942 former naval hangar, Almanac’s offerings include oak-aged lagers, barrel-aged sours and hazy IPAs.

Our luck doubled as the Copper Top Oven food truck was pulled up alongside Almanac, turning out delicious pizzas from its wood-fired oven with cooking temperatures at a sizzling 800 to 1,000 degrees. Owner Tom Gerstel says they are there the first and third Fridays of each month—and sometimes on Saturdays—with wife Kathy running the operation.

Photography: Robb Most

Play Like a Pinball Wizard

Walk into the Pacific Pinball Museum and you’ll get hit by a blaze of color from every direction. The admission price gets you all-day unlimited play to show off your pinball wizardry amid the pings, chimes and bells of 100 machines. According to executive director (and attraction mastermind) Michael Schiess, the mission is “to teach science, art and history through pinball and to preserve and promote this important part of American culture.”

The machines are arranged by decade, 1940s to the present. While you’re welcome to simply rack up points, there are some fun exhibits featuring aspects of the games that you’ve probably never thought of, such as the Pointy People exhibit. Pinball machines took on a new aesthetic in the mid-1960s, characterized by angular abstracted figures, ergo pointy people.

The newest exhibit is called Oddball—Experiments in Pinball Design, which focuses on games with strange, non-traditional features and designs. The Orbitor 1 Stern is an example. “In the early 1980s, video games were replacing pinball. After seeing an exhibit demonstrating Einstein’s theory on gravity and its effect on space/time, a pair of freelance NASA engineers became fascinated and convinced it could be made into an unusual game,” explains marketing manager Russell Moore. “A small team worked with sculptors and makers to develop a functional prototype of a space-themed pinball machine.” Apparently, only 889 units of this unusual game were produced, making it a rare find for public play.

Next on tap is the reopening of the Member’s Choice room featuring 12 games chosen by museum members from the museum’s collection of 1,500. The games will span five decades and bring the grand total of playable pinball machines to 102.

Top It Off With a Scoop

Tucker’s Ice Cream is an Alameda mainstay, having been a fixture on Park Street since 1941. With the motto, “Life is uncertain, eat dessert first,” the long-running shop is known for its creamy homestyle ice cream. Make sure to swing through the town’s business center for a scoop before heading off the island.

Forest Bathing: Nature Therapy

Words by Sheri Baer

“Shinrin-Yoku,” the description in the retreat schedule reads. “Bathe in the forest with all of your senses.”

Canyon Ranch Woodside, the wellness retreat tucked into 16 woodsy acres off Skyline Boulevard, offers a variety of fitness, renewal and self-care activities—and during a recent stay, this particular session catches my eye. For the novice forest bather, let it be known that water isn’t required.

“Shinrin-yoku directly translates to ‘forest bathing,’ and it is a funny term when you think of it,” remarks senior outdoor sports guide Tim Murray. “Often, people will come and say, ‘I brought my bathing suit,’ and I like that people are still willing to go for it. We had two guests just this weekend say, ‘Yeah, we’re ready to go into the waterfall.’”

According to Tim, the term shinrin-yoku was coined back in the 1980s, when Japan’s agricultural department studied the role of nature in offsetting the negative impact of industrialization. Too much pressure, stress, over-stimulation? Consider the eco-antidote of forest bathing. “It’s immersing yourself in nature,” explains Tim. “It’s letting it completely wash over you and envelop you like water.” Tim credits a fellow guide with summarizing the concept this way: “It’s a mix of being Henry David Thoreau and a four-year-old child.”

The idea that being outdoors is good for you sounds pretty obvious, so it’s not surprising that associated physical and mental health benefits range from reduced anxiety and blood pressure to increased immunity, energy and focus. Also on the plus side, there’s no prescribed formula or one way to do this and no required gear. If anything, it’s the opposite. To minimize distractions, turn off your phone—or leave it behind.

“I want you to be as present as possible,” Tim emphasizes as he greets our small group seeking shinrin-yoku enlightenment. Our starting point is a trailhead, so he clarifies how shinrin-yoku differs from hiking/physical exercise, where there’s a set destination and a focus on pushing forward.

“Hiking provides some of the benefits of nature, but it’s not going to be the full volume,” notes Tim. “You’re not really opening up all of your senses.”

How do you shift your mindset to fully see, smell, hear, taste and feel? Tim gathers us around a display table for a warm-up of sorts, a little show-and-tell to help jumpstart awareness. He plucks a heart-shaped leaf off a sprig of green. “This is redwood sorrel,” he tells us, before popping it into his mouth. Reassured by his robust chewing, we follow suit and discern a tangy, lemony flavor.

Next, Tim passes around a bay laurel leaf, and we take turns sniffing its pungent, peppery aroma. We compare how scratchy green lichen feels against a chunk of dense redwood bark. And we activate our ears by closing our eyes and sitting silently for a few minutes. “Tune in to the sounds around you,” guides Tim, “and start to hone in on the presence you want to bring into nature.” As I listen to a playful mix of bird song and rustling leaves, the top of my head starts to heat, and I know the sun has emerged from behind a cloud.

When it’s time to venture out, Tim directs us to follow the path of switchbacks to the forest floor. “Just go at your own pace, stop with things, study them. Look above you, feel the light, take in what’s going on around you,” he suggests. “If any thoughts of the outside world start to trickle in, try to release them and remember that this is the time for you to be out in nature.”

As my sneakers hit the trail, I reflexively start bounding down it. One foot, then the next, then the next—before stopping and catching myself. Why am I doing the same thing I always do? That’s not the point. I mindfully shift into s-l-o-o-o-w gear.

 

And everything shifts. I hear a woodpecker tap-tap-tapping on a tree and a creek burbling in the distance. I notice the way madrone trees stretch toward the sun and I pause to examine a cluster of mushrooms that look like a miniature fairy village. A redwood stump reveals a myriad of textures and tiny insects. I breathe in deeply, pondering the source of a sweet, musky scent. I feel how moss clings to a tree like carpet and can’t resist a zesty nibble of redwood sorrel when I spot a cluster. Indeed, as each step reveals new wonders, I find myself channeling my inner naturalist and preschooler.

Time slips away—along with the ever-persistent mind chatter of my overworked brain. When we eventually regroup, Tim asks if we’d like to share any thoughts or reflections. “I really don’t slow down and do this ever,” Molly confides. “It reminded me of my childhood—and what it felt like to be light and unburdened.” Nodding, I flash on a memory: sitting in my front yard, blissfully searching for four-leaf clovers for hours and hours.

Siu chimes in. “When I hike, I often have my headphones on and I’m just ‘go, go, go,’” she shares. Lisa smiles in agreement. “It was so refreshing to focus on the journey,” she adds, “versus just getting from Point A to Point B.”

As we begin to wrap up, Tim underscores that nature surrounds us on the Peninsula—and that you can even practice shinrin-yoku in a neighborhood park or your own backyard. “Most of the U.S. and even a lot of other countries have nowhere near the diversity of wildlife and nature that we have—all within a short walk or drive,” he reminds us. “Wherever you are, it’s about being in the moment as much as possible.”

And if you do happen to see a waterfall? “Get wet if you want to,” he grins. “It can be an aspect of forest bathing but it doesn’t have to be.”

Tim’s Shinrin-yoku Tips

+ Find any place with nature. It can be a garden, trail or local
park, but be sure it’s a place you can linger without intrusion.

+ Take time away from technology. Leave your smart devices
behind or at least turn off your alerts and notifications.

+ Give yourself permission to be present in nature without
worrying about obligations or completing a task.

+ Bring water (and a day pack if you’re planning a trip longer
than a few hours).

+ Once in nature, close your eyes and take a deep breath.
Listen, smell and feel what’s around you. (Finding a place
to sit is recommended.)

+ Move slowly and pick up on whatever sparks your
curiosity along the way. Don’t be afraid to linger.

+ Be easy on yourself and don’t overthink it. Practicing
shinrin-yoku is a wonderful step towards mindfulness
and self-care.

Round Table Legend

Words by Johanna Harlow

Some people preserve memories through photo albums. Some through home videos. Bob Larson has a pizza parlour.

As son of Round Table Pizza’s founder, Bill Larson, Bob has served as franchisee of the original Round Table Pizza location, situated in Menlo Park’s downtown, for decades. He also acts as its unofficial museum curator.

The historical hints here are subtle but everywhere. A pair of engraved redwood posts salvaged from the building before its remodel. Two original tables. A hulking sign from the chain’s headquarters, now serving as the bar under eight gallons of epoxy. There’s something deeper than food service going on here.

Though Bill has passed away, in this place he lives on (and not just because an oil painting of him smiles benevolently over the entrance like the patron saint of pizza). Memories have been woven into its fabric and no amount of money can coax Bob to part with it (though people have tried, offering him as much as $20 million for the prime patch of real estate). But you can’t put a price on a memorial.

“I look at it now as complete preservation,” Bob remarks as he surveys the memorabilia he’s lugged out of storage to share today. These artifacts range from 60th anniversary champagne glasses to old restaurant napkins, a stuffed dragon named Montague (who, legend has it, stoked the pizza ovens) to binders stuffed with yellowed newspaper clippings and old photos. Each relic represents another page in the story of a father and son.

Bob slides over a cloth-bound notebook, its pages coated in his father’s old recipes, ingredient orders and restaurant-related doodles. “You can almost see his mind working,” Bob muses, tapping a sketch of a rounded dining table.

He describes his dad’s varied career path—first as a U.S. Navy sailor at 17, then a Safeway manager and a Coca-Cola delivery man. After a year at a local pizza parlor, Bill determined it was time to open his own place.

Strapped for cash, Bill needed a loan. For that he required collateral. “My dad took my grandparents’ furniture,” Bob says. “They were out of town, and he threw it on a truck.” This he ferried to the bank as a guarantee that he was good for the money. It earned him a $2,500 loan. Round Table officially opened in December 1959. In those early days, Bill couldn’t afford a 15-foot dough-rolling table employed by most parlors, so he improvised—taking the oak front door off its hinges and using that as a workstation.

As business boomed, Bill remodeled the original location on El Camino with a Dutch-style building similar to the structures in Solvang (California’s “Little Denmark”). He spruced up its interior with castle crest banners, mosaic tile artwork, trestle accents and stained glass skylights.

Bob, in turn, joined the family business at the age of 12. “I remember showing up on my bike, saying, ‘I’m here to work,’ and the guys being very skeptical,” he recounts. How did they handle the owner’s kid? “I was given the worst jobs,” he chuckles of his time scrubbing bathrooms and scraping chewed gum wads off the undersides of tables. “But I never complained.” From among his artifacts, he plucks a bow tie—part of the uniform back then. “This one even has sauce on it,” he observes, pointing out a faint speck of red.

As time passed, Bob worked positions as a prepper and roller. With pride, he recalls the good ol’ days when he regularly singed off arm hairs shoveling pizzas into ovens and showing up to parties with flour in his hair.
But it wasn’t all sunny days for Bob. His dad fired him at 19 for shirking his responsibilities. Even so, he didn’t hang up the apron. “I knew what I wanted to do,” Bob asserts. “I wanted to be a pizzaman.” He earned back that trust, proving himself at another pizza place, before being invited back into the Round Table fold. “It was on my terms,” he reflects, “and I had grown up.”

Bob shares that his dad underwent his own transformation as a high school dropout. “I felt a lot of people doubted me when I was younger… and my dad was pretty much the same,” he says. Though Bob didn’t know the details of his dad’s expulsion, a classmate of Bill’s revealed to the InMenlo.com blog that it was over a prank in which he let the air out of a police car’s tires.

“My dad wanted to prove to everybody that ‘I’m gonna make something of myself.’” And 400+ restaurants later, no one’s arguing. “I’m completely about redemption,” Bob affirms. “Kids go through stuff. It doesn’t make them bad people.”

After a stint as manager, Bob bought the original store from his dad in 1987. “I paid 15% interest,” he notes. “My dad was never about just giving anything away. I had to work for it.” For a time, he also swapped out his shirt and bow for a suit and tie, sitting on the board of directors and providing an insider’s perspective “from the front lines.”

Bob has continued marking milestones here, hosting countless Little League groups, birthday parties and even the Stanford band. And then there’s that time he supplied 500 pizzas for children performing in the Super Bowl halftime show. “I had to call all my buddies who had Broncos, El Caminos, station wagons,” he recalls. They crammed a small fleet of pizza boxes into back seats and trunks.

Bob’s Round Table also supported Menlo Park in the aftermath of the Loma Prieta earthquake. For several nights, the block was a solid stretch of black—except the pizza parlor, shining like a beacon. The restaurant was on the same circuit as the fire station, so people flocked to the store like moths, filling its tables and sitting in groups on its floor. “I looked over at the bar and there were people doing dishes and people serving coffee who didn’t work for me,” he marvels in retrospect. “Those are the things you don’t forget.”

Even today, Bob sometimes pops behind the counter to tend the oven. “I have a problem letting go,” he admits with a sheepish smile. That said, he will never cease taking pride in his pizzaman profession. “I can go around town with you and say, ‘See that guy over there? Pepperoni, green pepper, mushroom. That lady over there? Gourmet Veggie.’”

And, of course, Bob will continue to act as a keeper of memories. After all, if we can preserve the tales of a mythological king and his fellowship of knights, why not the legacy of a gallant pair of local restaurateurs?

The Cowboy Lawyer

Words by Johanna Harlow

When is a lawyer at home on the range? This isn’t the setup of a joke. It’s a day in the life of Paul Barulich.

As founder and trial lawyer of Burlingame’s Barulich Dugoni & Suttmann Law Group, ranch owner and competitive horse rider, Paul straddles both worlds. “It makes me a better lawyer. It makes me a better person,” Paul says of his time spent owning a cattle herd with partner Tyler Nielson and riding in American Quarter Horse competitions.

The San Mateo resident joined the equestrian world at 54, not long after making his son’s last college tuition payment. Soon after, he started noticing crossovers—and not merely from the cowboy hat he started donning at the firm or the M.L. Leddy’s western-cut suits he began ordering from Fort Worth, Texas. Paul discovered that lessons learned outdoors also applied to office life. “I think I grew up when I started my training in my fifties,” he reflects. “When I got started, I had to reassess how I act, how I hold myself, how I judge, how I receive.”

There’s certainly something enthralling about the cowboy lifestyle. Paul and his fellow ranch hands nearly stop traffic every time they gather their herd (on horseback) along a patch of land flanking the interstate. “They’re going 20 miles an hour,” Paul says of the gawking drivers. But ranching isn’t for every diehard fan of Bonanza and Yellowstone. “It’s a tough business to be in,” he notes. “Some of the smartest people I’ve ever met are ranchers. They have a high degree of common sense—and they have to be smart because the margins are so tight.”

Paul learned to ride at a childhood summer camp perched atop a gentle chestnut by the name of Big Red. (“My first love!” he says.) In those early years, he reverently watched wild west cowboys on TV and attended the occasional rodeo.

How did Paul migrate away from his desk and onto a horse? Paul met cow horse trainer Kathy Torres and rancher Danny Torres, who agreed to give him, as he calls it, “cowboy 101 lessons.” “They were gracious enough to let the cowboy wannabe into their world,” he recounts. “I said, ‘Give me a shovel. I’ll shovel dirt. I’ll do anything.’” They took him up on the offer.

Paul reminisces about the time he spent most of a sweltering 90-degree day digging a trench from the well pipe to the catch basin so the cows could drink. A far stretch from the air-conditioned law office to which he was accustomed, but a great chance to grow. “They didn’t ask me, ‘How’d it go? You doing okay?’ You’re asked exactly one question: ‘Did you get it done?’” After all, he points out, three-quarters of a trench still means dead cows.

It’s a lesson he shares with new associates at the firm. “These clients whom we’re privileged to serve don’t really care that it took you 4 hours or 40 hours. They want to know one thing: Did you get the job done?”
As Paul acclimated to this new sphere, he learned that establishing trust was paramount.

When Kathy Torres became Paul’s trainer, he learned to rely on her judgment. “You listen to your trainer,” he emphasizes. “In mere moments, Kathy can determine a horse’s suitability as a cow, ranch or trail horse, and judge its attitude. It’s like watching an artist at work.” He jokes, “I see four legs and a tail,” then adds (somewhat sheepishly), “I bought a horse once without Kathy and I almost got fileted by her!” In fact, under Kathy’s guidance, Paul connected with a handsome sorrel named Peps Command (PC). Paul teamed with the champion horse to place in a number of American Quarter Horse Association (AQHA) competitions.

Paul also needed to build rapport with the ranch hands he worked alongside. Cowboys are astute judges of character—if they are observant enough to discern the distinct markings of each calf in an all-black Angus herd, certainly they can spot a phony. “They can tell if you’re the real deal within 30 seconds just by the way you throw your leg over a horse, just by the way you handle your horse,” Paul asserts. He’s also found that they value actions much more than words. “The worst thing you could do is start talking about yourself,” he chuckles. “They can talk about you. You can’t talk about yourself.” He adds, “A lot of people in the horse world, they do things you’ll never hear about.” It’s an attitude he tries to carry everywhere.

Perhaps most profoundly, Paul needed to cultivate trust with his horse. Think about it from the horse’s perspective, he suggests. “You’re saying ‘Hey, I’m going to climb on your back. And by the way, I’m going to throw the skin of a dead animal on your back. And then I’m going to put something in your mouth. Trust me. It’s okay.”

How does one clear this hurdle? “There is no substitute for time in saddle,” Paul counsels. It’s consistent actions and routine training. It’s maintaining a sense of calm and confidence so as not to spook your steed. It’s even giving the horse time to learn your physical cues. “I don’t have to rein a horse one way or the other. I can just look and the horse will go that way,” he continues. “A good horseman listens to the horse.”

That tight-knit bond is crucial for competition. “You’ve got to be in sync with another animal,” Paul explains. With a parent’s pride, he describes the rigorous way his horse must work a cow during competition—anticipating its moves, cutting it off with cat-like agility, turning it on a dime, overtaking it in a dramatic shower of flying dirt. “I’d be embarrassed to tell you how many times I’ve kissed and hugged my horse,” he laughs.

Paul has lived this dual lifestyle for over a decade now. He’s owned 10 horses, joined the San Mateo County Horseman’s Association, Los Rancheros Visitadores and San Mateo County Mounted Patrol, gone from ranch hand to ranch owner and served as a board member for National Center for Equine Facilitated Therapy (NCEFT). He’s also been a finalist at the AQHA Championship Show multiple years running. Despite this extensive list of accomplishments, Paul is hesitant to talk about them. After all, it’s not the cowboy way. “It’s less about me,” he concedes, “and more about the country way of living and appreciation for people of that culture, appreciation for horses.”

Paul’s trusty PC has retired to NCEFT where he supports those with physical and cognitive disabilities. Sometimes Paul gets updates about his faithful equine friend and the comfort he brings to others, including a breast cancer support group. “PC knows that they’re hurting,” Paul observes. “He’ll put his head right into their chest—and they’ll just start crying.”

After 30+ years as managing partner at his law group, Paul retires this year too—though he’ll keep plenty busy continuing on as counsel at the firm as well as serving as CEO of Peninsula Bay Trust Company.

In fact, Paul is applying one more ranch-learned lesson here. He sees his retirement as an opportunity to give the next generation of attorneys the space they need for hands-on progress—the same approach his friends on the ranch used with him. “I can watch my trainer and see what she does—but you’ve got to sit in the seat,” Paul says. “It’s time to let the younger folks manage. It’s time for them to throw their legs over and sit in the saddle themselves.”

Perfect Shot: Under the Oak

“Driving east on Sandhill Road near 280, one can see a particular oak tree under which the horses often gather,” writes photographer Robert David Siegel about the setting for this Perfect Shot. “Perhaps it is the shade, or some well-placed hay or maybe they have a special horse-sense as to what might be most picturesque. The yellow mustard of spring added the perfect flavor to the scene.”

Image by Robert David Siegel: web.stanford.edu/~siegelr/photo

Calling all shutterbugs: If you’ve captured a unique perspective of the Peninsula, we’d love to see your Perfect Shot. Email us at
hello@punchmonthly.com to be considered for publication.

Diary of a Dog: Wubbo

Goededag, my name is Wubbo and I’m a rare Dutch breed of Kooikerhondje. Given that Wubbo is pronounced ‘Fibbo,’ I’m seldom called the same way twice, but I come happily to any variation. Although my lineage is tied to the Old Country, I’m delighted to make my residence with Lynn and Rick in Palo Alto. Since Rick is an aerospace engineer, he named me after Wubbo Ockels, a brilliant Dutch physicist and shuttle astronaut. With my explorer’s soul, I think I’d make a great candidate for first dog on Mars (Elon Musk, are you listening?) and I dream of playing gravity-free fetch with the astronauts. I love everyone and wiggle exuberantly when I meet my favorite people. My feathery tail, which I wave in the air, is like the plumed hats in Rembrandt portraits. In fact, a few of my ancestors have posed for Dutch Golden Age paintings, including Pieter de Hooch’s Woman with Children (and Kooikerhondje!) in an Interior, which can be viewed at San Francisco’s Palace of the Legion of Honor. I do my best to live up to the family reputation by prancing proudly, dancing on my hind legs and launching onto laps. I also take great pride in my stunning black ‘earrings,’ a breed characteristic. Let it be known, I’m an AKC Canine Good Citizen, and much like the revelers in Dutch paintings, I always seem to be laughing.

The Lost Star

Words by Sloane Citron

When I was 15 years old, I was visiting my mother, who had recently moved from Chicago—where she played in the Chicago Symphony—to Houston, where she was recruited to play the third chair of the Houston Symphony, one of the highest positions attained by a woman in those days.

Her apartment was in a development called Yorktown, not far from the famous Galleria, a world-class shopping center where I was to spend many a day over the course of my visits with her. The huge mall sported a skating rink, a never-ending number of stores and a great magazine newsstand, where I could pore over and learn from the hundreds of titles there.

One cold December day, when I was visiting from my prep school, Andover, in Massachusetts, we drove over to the shopping center, as my mom wanted to look at clothes being held for her at Neiman Marcus, her favorite place to shop. I always dreaded these store visits, as my mom felt close to certain sales ladies and would introduce me with great flair, which made me terribly uncomfortable.

After our two-hour binge there, we walked through the center a bit and encountered a large cart where they were selling decidedly-not Neiman Marcus jewelry. We browsed for a moment and my mom picked up a sterling silver Magen David, or Star of David, a common necklace worn by Jews. The star itself was surrounded by a circle with the points of the star touching the border. Smooth, with a brushed look, it was unique. “Oh,” she exclaimed. “This is perfect for you, Sloane!” and she bought it and placed it around my neck.

I had never worn anything on my body (I wasn’t allowed to wear the Omega watch my grandmother had given to me for my bar mitzvah until I was in college—prudent move.) and so at first this felt unusual, but somewhat surprisingly to me, I liked the fact that, even hidden underneath my shirt, I was expressing my Jewish pride. And it also meant a great deal that it was a gift from my mother.

About four months later, after playing frisbee on a large quadrangle lawn at Andover, I discovered that my star was gone. I found this terribly distressing since the piece already felt so special to me. It was an act of unapologetic pride that I wore it in the common bathrooms that we had at school.

Since it was evening when I discovered the star missing, at first light the next day, I was out on the grassy field, scanning the green blades incessantly for the silver flash of the necklace. I searched methodically, walking carefully back and forth. After an hour, starting to give up hope that I would ever see the Magen David again, I spotted it, tucked neatly into an upturned piece of turf. I was surprised and elated that I had found it, since I really didn’t feel there was much of a chance.

I was hesitant to put the necklace back on my neck, afraid to once again lose something so precious. Instead, I hid it away.
Back in Houston during the summer vacation, one day while my mom was at a rehearsal, I walked over to the Galleria and tried to find the jewelry cart. It was not there. I went into a nearby store and asked about it and was told that it was now on a different level, closer to the skating rink.

And, indeed, there it was. I was hoping that they would have the exact same star, but they didn’t. They did have one with a more rugged look that I immediately liked. A brighter silver with no circle, it seemed more masculine. The woman behind the counter brought it out and I carefully examined it, wondering if I would really wear it. I decided that it was made just for me. The kind woman carefully unclasped it and placed it around my neck.

Many years later, even after becoming a more-cautious adult, I still didn’t want to take any chances and continued to wear the replacement star. And it has been around my neck for almost 50 years.

The treasured star that my mom gave me rests carefully in a small box with several other sentimental items such as my dad’s watch and my grandfather’s cufflinks. I look at it from time to time and remember its happy history and the love my mom showed when she bought it for me. One day, I’ll hand it off to one of my sons along with its story, but in the meantime, its stand-in is doing its job just fine.

Guild-ed Music Scene

Words by Johanna Harlow

Drew Dunlevie talks music like a car mechanic talks shop—with the fluid familiarity of someone who knows his area of expertise intimately. When asked about favorite concerts, he can rattle off a list of bands with the ease of a technician ticking off auto parts… Which is why it should come as no shock that Dunlevie’s efforts to transform Menlo Park’s old Guild Theatre (alongside project partners Pete Briger and Thomas Layton) have met with success.

The three board members of Peninsula Arts Guild (the nonprofit behind the renovation with Dunlevie serving as president) have executed a full transformation. Where a dated indie movie theatre once resided, a state-of-the-art live music and performance space has taken up residence. The newly reimagined Guild Theatre featured its first performer (four-time Grammy winner Robert Glasper) at the end of February—and it’s been demonstrating out-of-the-starting-gate enthusiasm ever since, dishing out concerts at breakneck speed.

Image Courtesy of Paige K. Parsons

“We’ve had seven back-to-back shows,” says Drew, his voice notably hoarse when we catch up with him during a quiet moment in the Guild’s lobby. How will he spend his day off? Giving PUNCH a behind-the-scenes tour, of course.

As Drew moves from the lobby to the nearest staircase—passing a dozen or so vintage band poster illustrations and photographs of rockers—he shares his hopes that this new venue will advance the music scene south of San Francisco.

“I love the Fillmore. I love the Greek Theatre… But I don’t want to have to go there every time to see a show,” Drew remarks over his shoulder as he hikes the stairs. “I’d like to be able to just pop over to my local place and see a good show and be in bed at 11:15.” Weeknight shows and long drives followed by early workday meetings can be a punishing combo, the veteran concertgoer notes.

Drew says The Guild’s intent is to embrace a medley of genres. “We want to bring a wide variety of artists here, make a lot of people happy.” Though he considers himself to be an alt-country/Americana kind of guy (and a dabbler in hip-hop and metal), The Guild’s lineup features a range of bands, from Jazz Mafia to The Mother Hips (rock), from Midnight North (folk) to Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives (country/bluegrass).

“Being able to expose people to new things is kind of fun too,” Drew smiles.
But despite its new incarnation, The Guild won’t forget its movie palace past. In fact, just out the window behind Drew, a glimpse of neon letters from the old theatre’s restored blade sign comes into view. “My first apartment was right down the street,” he notes with nostalgia. “I’ve probably seen 35 movies here.”

 

Reviving the Venue

Step into the theatre’s regal balcony for another reminder of The Guild’s storied past. With glamour befitting its 1920s origins, the area features rows of red velvet chairs and an upscale bar with marble countertops, above which hangs a pair of vintage pendant lights.

But retro must mingle with modern, and beyond the mezzanine’s gilded railing hangs an armada of stage lights (each the size and shape of a cannon) and arching columns of loudspeakers. “People talk about jewel boxes,” Drew says. “This theatre’s full of jewels: the sound system, the lighting, the acoustics, the design—all of it is one of a kind.”

As you might imagine, getting here hasn’t been easy. When asked about renovations mid-project, Drew would dryly reply, “Well, I’m trying to build a $35 million state-of-the-art live performance venue on a landlocked parcel on a state highway in the middle of a pandemic with a supply chain disruption.” Even now, they’re still ironing out a few details, he admits—touches like adding signature cocktails and installing a seven-motor theatrical curtain (which was delayed)—but, “We’re changing the oil in mid-flight!”

Fortunately, he’s working with a strong team of players. In addition to commending his fellow visionaries Pete and Thomas, Drew credits general manager Tom Bailey with playing a crucial role in day-to-day operations. Chris Wasney of CAW Architects designed the building, and celebrity chef Michael Mina serves as executive chef. And, at the very core of the initiative, there’s the 36 founding donors who contributed over $1 million apiece to realize The Guild’s potential.

In a humble expression of gratitude, Drew draws on a sports metaphor. “Quarterbacks get way too much credit and too much blame,” he says. “I’m the quarterback, but you don’t win if you don’t have an offensive line and a great running back and a good defense. These people are all incredibly talented and know far more about this than I do.”

Dazzling Design

 

Then there’s The Guild’s rock star designer: Ken Fulk. Known for his exuberant interiors (think bold statement pieces like snakeskin-patterned bars, walls covered with large faux turtle shells and zebra-print stair runners), the renowned San Francisco-based designer and friend of Pete’s generously took on the project for free.

Drew recounts the initial design consultation: “When we started, we said, ‘Ken, on a scale of 1 to 10, you’re a 15. And that’s brilliant. You’re a supernova. But we want your 8… give us slightly toned down.” For the front of house, Ken reined himself in. Not so much in the rooms away from public view.

Ken’s flamboyant touch catches the eye as soon as you enter the off-limits back stairwell. A light fixture presents itself like a marching band of trumpets, bent in all directions. The vintage flowers on the wall sconces match the old movie theatre’s original decor. (“Ken Fulk’s team cut out a huge swatch of the wallpaper and then used the pattern as the inspiration,” Drew reveals.)

In the private space set aside for performers, Ken pulled out all the stops. As Drew flicks on the lights to the downstairs green room, he illuminates a lounge and kitchenette with deep peacock-green walls. There’s a crushed velvet couch and a tiger print rug (with matching pillows). Snakes undulate along the wallpaper in one of the dressing rooms. Gold accents are everywhere—from the faucets to the electrical covers to the cabinet handles… even the fire extinguisher case is gilded.

Drew shares that their opening night singer couldn’t get enough of the space. “He said, ‘This place is crazy. I’m not going to my hotel. I’m going to stay here tonight!’”

 

Making Musical Moments

 

How does Drew make sure The Guild’s concerts hit the mark? “I mean, it’s a je ne sais quoi kind of thing. When you’re at a great show with one of your favorite bands, everything works. It’s easy to get a drink, you’re in a good spot or a comfortable chair, or you’re dancing on the floor in the front row—whatever it is, people have a different happy place at shows. We want everyone to find their happy place.”

Drew’s own happy place? “When you’re in a room with everybody who is there for the band, not chit-chatting in the back or whatever. They need this, they need that night.” This is a man who will always have bands on the brain (and not just because he’s wearing a Newport Folk Festival cap).

The conversation segues into one of Drew’s favorite music memories. It happened at Mezzanine SF when The Hold Steady started performing their song Constructive Summer. “It’s a blistering guitar riff and everybody’s singing along,” Drew recalls. And as front man Craig Finn belted the closing lines—“Every hand went up, every beer went up, every cocktail went up in unison as everybody’s singing that song. It’s like church. It’s a healing thing.”

Drew pauses, then adds, “I thought to myself, I have no musical talent other than consumption, but that’s how I could contribute one day. Maybe I could build a place and create moments like this.”
And so he has.

Forest Feast: California Culinary Road Trip

Words by Sheri Baer

Over a three-week stretch of summer in 2019, Woodside’s Erin Gleeson and her family ventured out on a 2,500-mile culinary adventure—without leaving the state. The New York Times bestselling author, illustrator and photographer behind the The Forest Feast cookbook series decided it was time to go wheels up. “My first couple of books draw from cooking from a cabin in the woods and feeling inspired by California produce in my area,” she notes, “and I wanted to take that idea on the road but still within California.”

Originally from Sebastopol, Erin was living the life of a New York freelance food photographer when a new chapter prompted a move back to California in 2011. After settling with her husband into a little cabin on Skyline Boulevard, she started The Forest Feast, a blog showcasing simple, produce-based recipes influenced by her weekly farm box delivery. A collection of vegetarian cookbooks followed: The Forest Feast, The Forest Feast for Kids, The Forest Feast Gatherings and The Forest Feast Mediterranean. Erin’s newest entry, The Forest Feast California Road Trip, made its debut in April 2022.

With two young boys, Ezra and Max, in tow (and a baby on the way), Erin partnered with her husband Jonathan Prosnit to successfully pull off the ambitious excursion. “He’s really the mastermind behind the route and plans for strategic hikes and stops along the way,” she says. Erin focused on their accommodations, arranging a series of vacation rentals and overnights with family and friends. “I was looking for cabin-ish places, cabin-inspired dwellings. And architecturally, I was looking for some diversity.”

In Big Bear, it was an A-frame. In Big Sur, a Craftsman cabin. In all, Erin features 10 stops with backdrops ranging from the desert of Joshua Tree and the giant redwoods of the Mendocino Coast to the serene beaches of Santa Barbara, the mountains of Lake Tahoe and the stunning peaks of Yosemite National Park. With only culinary wanderlust as a guide, the point was to taste different things and capture flavors from restaurants, farms, wineries and ranches along the way. “It’s very much a personal journey of California,” Erin emphasizes. “It’s not meant to be all-encompassing, rather what we happened upon. And what we tasted informed the recipes that I made.”

For example, at a friend’s ranch near Santa Barbara, Erin’s family helped with the apricot harvest, which led to the creation of an apricot salsa. Visiting friends at Fly Girl Farm in Pescadero presented the opportunity for strawberry picking, and readers will find a strawberry caprese salad among the book’s 100 recipes.

Erin followed up that initial 2019 long-haul trip with a series of shorter side trips, adding in newborn daughter Winnie. And then, between juggling homeschooling and an infant, Erin wove together her signature mix of atmospheric photography, watercolor illustrations and enticing (and easy) recipes. “I pretty much did my work at nap time and after the kids went to bed, between 8 and 11PM,” Erin recounts. “I’m just grateful that I get to do what I love—that I get to blend art and food in a way that feels meaningful for me.”

What’s next for The Forest Feast? Erin shares that she’s pitching a vegetarian cooking show and developing a line of branded products, including mugs, art prints and table linens. “I see it all as an extension of my books,” she explains. “I hope it will inspire people to be creative at home—and not only in the way that they cook.”

Plus, there’s so much more of California that Erin wants to explore. “It’s just so geographically and culturally diverse,” she observes, “and what I present is only the tip of the iceberg.” Keep reading for a sampling of Erin’s California road trip-inspired recipes.

Landmark: Lou Henry Hoover Girl Scout House

Words by Johanna Harlow

To mark the 110th anniversary of the Girl Scouts in 2022, stop by the Lou Henry Hoover Girl Scout House, a cabin-like headquarters just a stone’s throw from the Palo Alto Junior Museum & Zoo. Named for the same luminary who established the West Coast’s first troop in Palo Alto, this meeting house is the oldest in continuous use nationally. Lou Henry Hoover might be best known as first lady to our 31st president Herbert Hoover, but she was also a Girl Scout troop leader, an ardent camper and hiker, president of the National Council of Girl Scouts, a physical fitness advocate for women and, in her early years, a Stanford student (the only female studying geology on campus at the time). After donating $500 for the construction of the Scout house, Lou dedicated it in 1926. Renowned Palo Alto architect Birge Clark drew the plans for the structure, but with a mind for design, Lou often collaborated with the architects she hired, also bringing her vision to the Hoover family home on the Stanford campus. Within the headquarters, stonemasons crafted a prominent fireplace using sandstone salvaged from one of Stanford’s Palm Drive arches after its collapse in the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. In the entry hall, a display case exhibits a few of Lou’s personal notebooks and early photographs. If Lou were around today, she’d take pride in knowing that the Girl Scouts of Palo Alto have grown 64 troops strong—many of which still meet in Lou’s house.

Getaway: An Insider’s Santa Fe

Words by Jennifer Jory

Stepping off the plane into the high-desert landscape of Santa Fe, I am greeted by lights from pueblo-style homes dotting the distant landscape. The faint smell of New Mexican piñon (pine nut) wood fires hangs in the air as I set a course for the heart of town, Santa Fe Plaza. For travelers coming from the Peninsula (fly direct to Albuquerque followed by an hour drive or book connecting flights from San Francisco or San Jose), Santa Fe offers adventurers a centuries-old culture that celebrates art, architecture and food.

To get the inside scoop, I connected with Hillsborough transplant and art history buff Heather Weir, who traveled to Santa Fe for years until she and her husband eventually made it home. “Santa Fe isn’t like the Southwest. It feels like an international city,” describes Heather. “It has 400 years of Spanish influence and 1,000 years of indigenous culture. People come from all over the world for the art and art festivals.”

Courtesy of La Fonda on the Plaza

Where to Stay

Located right on Santa Fe Plaza, La Fonda on the Plaza is the perfect jumping-off place to explore the city on foot with easy access to museums, galleries and restaurants. As I wander the hotel halls that are chock-full of museum-quality art, I feel as though I have stepped back in time. The hotel marks its 100th anniversary this year, but an inn has been located on this site for 400 years throughout Santa Fe’s storied past as a Spanish and Mexican territory. “La Fonda is the heart of the city,” emphasizes Heather. “Locals and visitors love to meet here.” Accented with authentic carved timber-beamed ceilings, the hotel spans a block in the center of town and includes a rooftop bar.

The ambience of Santa Fe’s pueblo-style accommodations adds to the charm of the city, and rooms often include wood fireplaces with authentic Spanish furnishings. “Since the early 1900s, city code dictates that buildings can’t be taller than four stories,” adds Heather. “They also must be the color of the earth.” Just around the corner, the Rosewood Inn of the Anasazi offers close proximity to the center of Santa Fe. Nearby, The Inn of the Five Graces also provides high-end accommodations designed in a bold fiesta of color throughout. Visitors who prefer a resort experience can stay five minutes from town at the landmark 300-acre Auberge Bishops Ranch, where guests can take in a sunset view by the fire on the patio.

What to Do

From the Plaza in the center of town, we walk a block to the Cathedral Basilica to experience a free concert by the Santa Fe Symphony Chorus. Built in 1869, the Cathedral’s hand-painted arches and walls graced with oil paintings from the 1700s create a sublime setting to take in a concert. “An important part of the culture in Santa Fe is music,” explains Heather. “In August, locals and visitors congregate for free concerts in the square several nights a week.” In addition, the Santa Fe Opera’s summer performances draw people from all over the country to its venue outside of town set in an iconic New Mexican landscape.

After the concert, we stroll a few blocks to the Palace of the Governors, where we connect with local Native Americans selling their jewelry and pottery under the portal. “Jewelry sold here must be real silver and local turquoise,” notes Heather. “Artisans are chosen through a lottery system and vetted by the New Mexico History Museum.” In the summer, one of the most celebrated and renowned events for Native American art enthusiasts is the annual Indian Market, drawing artisans from all over the West to showcase and sell their work. The Folk Art and Spanish Markets are also popular summer festivals for fans of these traditions.

Art (Including Culinary)

Recently ranked the sixth largest art capital in the world, Santa Fe is a mecca for art lovers. More than 80 galleries lining picturesque Canyon Road provide visitors a chance to stroll for days through exhibits and meet the artists. While local studios represent art of all genres from ancient to modern, the Native American collections in museums and galleries are unrivaled worldwide. “What makes it interesting from an art and history viewpoint is that the majority of the Native American population surrounding Santa Fe is on their original land,” says Heather. “They were not nomadic and are known for their weaving and pottery. They contribute a lot to the experience because their art has been here before anyone else got here.”

To view a variety of Native American Art, we drive five minutes to Museum Hill and tour the Museum of Indian Arts & Culture and the Wheelwright Museum, showcasing one of the largest collections of Native American jewelry in the world. Here, visitors can take in several other museums and a botanical garden as well. The views from Museum Hill provide sweeping vistas of Santa Fe with its surrounding snow-capped peaks and a chance to photograph a dazzling New Mexican sunset.

Next on our list, a few blocks from the Plaza, we redeem our tickets at the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum and step into this art enclave. Art enthusiasts can visualize the New Mexican terrain through the eyes of one of the Southwest’s premier artists. “Georgia O’Keeffe developed a style of painting that really reflects America,” Heather points out. “She is part of the lore here.” Afterwards, we head to The Shed, where we dine on authentic New Mexican enchiladas and signature margaritas. Don’t let the humble name of this renowned family establishment fool you—advance reservations are needed.

To get a sense of the local culinary scene, a trip to the sprawling Santa Fe Farmers Market on Saturday morning is a must. In the fall, the smell of green chilies roasting onsite adds a distinct aroma to the market. “Some of the crops such as chilies were brought here by the Spanish and still grow here 400 years later,” Heather shares. Chefs dream up everything from green chili cheese burgers and stews to green chili milkshakes and lattes. Cafe Pasqual’s breakfast of huevos rancheros with green chili sauce and the chorizo burrito provide quintessential Santa Fe flavors.

Excursions Outside Santa Fe

To gain perspective on the surrounding landscape, we make an overnight escape to Taos Ski Valley, just a two-hour drive from Santa Fe. Our trip takes us through the artist colony of Taos where Ansel Adams and D.H. Lawrence once lived. Traveling the “low road,” as locals refer to it, we pass a herd of elk and stop on the red-cliffed banks of the Rio Grande River, where we encounter a bighorn sheep just 10 feet from our car.

For a shorter day trip, spa devotees can travel an hour outside of town to historic Ojo Caliente Mineral Springs, one of the oldest natural health resorts in the country. Here, on lands first settled by the Pueblo Indians 1,000 years ago, geothermal mineral waters flow from a subterranean volcanic aquifer. A day pass allows guests to sample various healing pools of different minerals as well as a swimming pool set in the high-desert scenery. For those who prefer to stay closer to town, Ten Thousand Waves spa is known for its natural mineral springs and Izanami restaurant.

For outdoor enthusiasts, one of the premier adventures is Bandelier National Monument, with over 70 miles of trails less than an hour from Santa Fe. Hikers can explore the ancestral Pueblo Tribe cave dwellings carved into the canyon walls and adventure up ladders to peek inside and discover petroglyphs from as early as the mid-12th century. Closer to town, the hills surrounding the city offer immediate access to open space through a network of hiking and mountain biking trails.

Steeped in Spanish, Mexican and Native American life, Santa Fe will leave you feeling as though you have been immersed in another culture. “Santa Fe is not a one-trick pony,” smiles Heather. “It’s the package deal of art, music, history, food and the outdoors, unlike any other place.”

Nature Photography: Hop, Skip, & Jump

Words & nature photography by Robert David Siegel

In addition to those creatures that can actually fly—birds, bats, insects—there are a number of animals that leap in the air to momentarily defy gravity. These airborne aspirants launch themselves for a variety of reasons: to hunt, get over barriers, escape prey, efficiently get from place to place or perhaps, simply, for the joy of it. These momentary bursts are difficult to capture photographically, requiring a combination of a ready camera, a fast shutter speed, patience, preparation, stealth and a fair bit of luck. Check out these spring-loaded Peninsula critters capable of catching air and consider pulling out your camera for your own leap of faith.

 

It is hard to imagine a charismatic spider until you meet jumping spiders in the family Salticidae. With their large eyes, expressive faces and distinctive personalities, these small predators have acquired a sizable fan club. Add in diverse and distinctive coloration and fabulous mating dances, and I always jump at the opportunity to snap their portrait.

The Sierran tree frog (Pseudacris sierra) is much more frequently heard than seen. Not only can it detect when someone is approaching and become silent, but it is also a bit of a ventriloquist. However, if you imagine where frogs might want to be, you may find them near ponds or under logs. I encountered this specimen near Alpine Road in Portola Valley.

The desert or Audubon’s cottontail (Sylvilagus audubonii) is a member of the Leporidae family of mammals including rabbits and hares. This charming bunny is found in Peninsula Open Space parks along with its close relative, the brush rabbit (Sylvilagus bachmani.). Cottontails use their jumping skills primarily as a way to escape predators and they seem to have a great many—including snakes, raptors and coyotes.

This Mediterranean katydid or bush cricket (Phaneroptera nana) can be found in local gardens and parks. This specimen was spotted in Eleanor Pardee Park in Palo Alto. The incredibly long hind legs are adapted to leaping, although it also has wings that may resemble a butterfly in flight. Unfortunately, it is an invasive species and can be an agricultural pest.

Fences and barriers seem to be relatively ineffective in stopping mule deer (Odocoileus hemionus). In addition to running and jumping, they are capable of a behavior called pronking or stotting, which seems more like a bounce than anything else—with all four legs landing at the same time.

The black-tailed jackrabbit or American desert hare (Lepus californicus) is another member of the Leporidae family. They are remarkable for their big eyes, big ears and big jumps. They are found in great numbers in Byxbee Park and in other Peninsula Bayland areas. They have also adapted remarkably well to life on the Stanford campus.

To me, jumping is an expression of exuberance. Certainly, being out in nature is a significant source of that exuberance. I am extremely fortunate to have accumulated jumping photos from all seven continents. This shot shows me aloft over the East Bay Hills. A combination of appropriate camera angle, good timing and strong propulsion from my hind limbs allow my sense of levity to overcome the force of gravity.

Perfect Shot: Happy Hummer

Back in spring 2020, Menlo Park’s Rick Morris pulled his old Nikon out of the closet and applied his focus to birds. A camera and lens upgrade and many adventures later, he captured this Perfect Shot of a female Anna’s hummingbird in Palo Alto’s Gamble Garden. “The hummers were being super shy that day but this one came down to feed on the Peruvian lilies a few times,” he recalls. “I love being able to freeze the action and zoom in on all the beautiful details and colors that you can’t see with the naked eye.”

Image by Rick Morris / linktr.ee/rickwmorrisphotography

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Partners in Art

words by Eva Barrows

Paintings Courtesy of Kerwin Galleries

Artworks in gold frames hang floor to ceiling in harmony. Painted canvases fill the seats of repurposed church pews and stacks 20 pieces deep line the walkways. At Kerwin Galleries on California Drive in Burlingame, coastal California landscapes are on display next to non-objective abstract art, exploring shapes, angles and colors. Glass cases reveal jewelry, antique books and a Whistler etching, The Little Rag Gatherers, which depicts two youths in a rustic workshop.

This massive collection of early California (1880-1950) art and 19th- and 20th-century American and European art is the life’s work of husband and wife art dealers Richard and Mercedes Kerwin. The couple has been buying, selling and custom-framing art for 61 years. Richard first opened Kerwin Galleries in 1961 on Taraval Street in San Francisco, with Mercedes joining him soon after. The couple moved to Millbrae, relocating the gallery to Burlingame near Mills-Peninsula Medical Center in the mid-1960s, before settling into the current location in 1982. Just a block away from the foot traffic of Broadway, the blue two-story building with red awnings grabs the attention of passing drivers.

Originally from New Mexico, Richard came out to California as a young man and took San Jose State University business courses. While going to school, he worked at art galleries in San Jose and San Francisco, picking up art dealing and framing skills in the late 1950s and early ’60s. He decided to open a gallery so he could be his own boss. “It was not easy getting started,” Richard recalls, “but I had enough experience from the place in San Jose to start on my own with a little bit of money and hard work.”

Meanwhile, Mercedes worked at a San Francisco insurance company using the secretarial skills she learned in her home country, Nicaragua. While hanging out at what’s now Sabella & La Torre restaurant at Fisherman’s Wharf with friends, Mercedes was approached by two handsome men, Richard and his visiting brother. They asked to join her table. Richard and Mercedes discovered that they both lived in the Sunset district, and she accompanied the brothers for a sightseeing tour of the city.

The chance meeting marked the beginning of an art-filled life’s journey together. Mercedes left her typing job to help Richard run the gallery. They trained their eye for art, developing a sense for quality by frequenting the Oakland Museum of California and de Young Museum and visiting art galleries. “Weekends were spent looking at other galleries and shows in the parks and different places,” remembers Richard. “Anywhere I could see another show, I would go, not necessarily to accomplish anything, but to learn.”

Over time, the Kerwins amassed an impressive collection of traditional artwork evoking familiar locales and emotions, along with a select group of contemporary pieces. Richard ventured out on art buying sprees in the Midwest and Southwest. The couple handled the sale of artists’ estates, bought from other dealers and partnered directly with artists themselves. “When I got my shop started, there were a lot of artists in my area who walked in and said, ‘Can I leave my paintings here on consignment?’” recounts Richard. “Artists are really eager to show their work.”

Mercedes clarifies that they didn’t accept all of the artwork that walked in the door. “I have to see good quality, and I ask where they have studied, where they have shown their work and different questions to get a little more background,” she explains. Mercedes advises that it’s helpful for an artist to have a brochure or website detailing where they have previously sold or shown paintings when seeking representation in an art gallery.

Not artists themselves, the Kerwins have a deep appreciation for what artists do. Mercedes took a few art classes but quickly grew frustrated when comparing her art to the paintings in the gallery. “You say, ‘Why can’t I do this the way the artist does this?’ This is because the artist has so many years of experience,” she observes, “and you want to do it just like they do. It is impossible.” She decided to stop trying to paint and focus on showcasing beautiful works of art instead.

Major holdings include paintings by Frank Myers, Nancy Martin and John A. Dominique as well as etchings by Joseph Eidenberger and the Kasimir family of Austria. As their collection grew, the Kerwins became friends with some of the artists they represented. One was John A. Dominique. Known for his landscapes of the West Coast, Dominique was a plein air painter who captured the beauty of California with loose brushstrokes.

The Kerwins admired Dominique’s artwork so much that they bought everything he would sell them. After talking with him about his art and watching him work, their appreciation for Dominique’s versatility as a painter inspired them to commission a book on his art, John A. Dominique, Poet of Landscape. Former managing editor of Antiques & Fine Art magazine Charlotte Berney wrote the book, and the Kerwins supplied the photos. Dominique lived to be 100 years old, his painting style evolving throughout his long career.

Walking into the gallery for the first time, customers might feel overwhelmed by the enormity of choices before them in price points ranging from a few hundred dollars to many thousands. Mary Matsunaga, Kerwin Galleries operations manager of 36 years, loves to help people discover the perfect piece to bring home. “We’re pretty relaxed here, so we like to chat while looking at the paintings,” she says. “When I get a sense of the person’s taste and start to see similarities in the pieces they are drawn to, I will show them work I think may be to their liking.” Working with customers is also one of Mercedes’s favorite things about being a gallery owner.

Six decades into the endeavor, the Kerwins relish being around the artwork they’ve collected. “There’s not another gallery in the whole Peninsula with the selection we have here,” reflects Mercedes. “It’s amazing the quality of work that we have.” And while Richard isn’t able to frequent the gallery as often, the couple has plenty of art at home for him to contemplate and enjoy. “There is happiness in owning art that I like to sell,” he affirms. “It’s a lot of pleasure to be around art.”

The Writing of Wonder

Words by Sophia Markoulakis

Menlo Park’s Kate Jerome sits on both sides of the desk: She’s a successful publishing executive and an award-winning children’s book author. With a body of work (including more than 200 published books) that’s already influenced millions of kids, she’s showing no signs of shifting into lower gear. In fact, Kate recently launched an intergenerational activity kit company (Little Bridges) and is writing an upcoming middle school science series. For Kate, success is clearly measured by the journey, not the destination.

Kate’s journey began in a small town in northeastern Ohio, where she spent childhood summers tagging along with her three brothers, exploring the area’s forests and creeks. “I was quite the science nerd,” Kate says of days spent building forts and watching tadpoles morph into frogs.

“Back then, my idea of a good time was to munch on a peanut butter sandwich and watch the chrysalis of a monarch butterfly hatch. I would go to the same spot in the field with the milkweed plants every day and wait with fascination,” she reminisces. “Those childhood experiences really laid the groundwork for my love of science.”

As a young college graduate, Kate set out to teach high school science in Chicago but found it difficult to land a job mid-year. Instead, she took a job with a federal tutoring program where she worked independently with kids who couldn’t attend school in person. This one-on-one instruction experience was a powerful teaching moment for Kate. “These kids would normally not be considered good students in a classroom setting, but working with them individually, I was so impressed with the progress they made,” she recounts.

Not long after, Kate saw an ad for an entry-level science editor at Scott Foresman and Company. She applied, interviewed and was hired on the spot. Her program successes led to multiple promotions, and in a meteoric rise, at the age of 35, she became president of the education publishing powerhouse. “The day I read that entry-level ad was one of the luckiest days of my corporate career,” she says. During her tenure there, Kate oversaw the development of kindergarten through college educational materials used by millions of students.

Kate’s career took an interesting pivot when she made the decision to leave her corporate position to spend more time with her children. At the same time, National Geographic was starting a new supplemental publishing division. Knowing of Kate’s reputation, they asked her to create an elementary science reading series. The collaboration grew from 15 books to more than 75 and validated Kate’s switch from corporate to creative. As an author and program developer who could work anywhere with internet access, she made the decision to relocate to the warmer climes of Charleston, South Carolina, where her parents and two brothers lived.

Additional titles (and awards) followed, and working with publishers like Penguin Random House and Acadia Publishing, Kate maintains a prolific career in writing children’s books. She is currently authoring a new series of middle-grade science books with Insight Editions in partnership with OceanX, a global initiative started by Ray and Mark Dalio to encourage ocean exploration. “I really love working with organizations that have a strong vision for the future,” Kate says, “because that allows me to create materials for kids that will have the most impact.”

When an article on Stanford University’s Distinguished Career Institute (DCI) caught Kate’s eye, her daughter encouraged her to apply. She was accepted into the prestigious program’s inaugural class, and in 2015, Kate put her Charleston life and career on hold and moved cross-country to live in Palo Alto for the year-long fellowship. “Imagine taking a professional timeout to just think and immerse yourself in research and classes,” she marvels. “It was an incredible experience.” During her year of academic exploration, Kate worked with Stanford’s Center on Longevity and became energized with the idea of intergenerational connections. “Strong intergenerational connections benefit both ends of the spectrum,” notes Kate. “Older adults give kids emotional support and self-worth while kids provide a sense of purpose and relevance to adults. It creates a lovely, virtuous cycle.”

After her Stanford Fellowship, Kate made the decision to permanently relocate to the West Coast to live nearer her son (in San Diego) and daughter (in Santa Cruz). She accepted a position as president of Insight Editions, a publishing company located in San Rafael. The founder and CEO of the company, Raoul Goff, shares Kate’s commitment to creating quality environmental books, and he and Kate wanted to do more of that kind of publishing for kids. But when the pandemic hit, she and Raoul decided to partner on a new entrepreneurial venture called Little Bridges, which represents a mantra close to Kate’s heart. “I really believe that reading opens many doors for children, but meaningful conversations give them the courage to go through them,” she explains. “So the activities we develop at Little Bridges are designed to get kids, parents and grandparents laughing and talking. That’s when the magic happens.”

According to Kate, Little Bridges is a culmination of many things—spanning the valuable lessons learned in early childhood from her now-deceased parents to the most strategic and successful boardroom conversations. “Even back when I was developing textbooks for teachers,” she reflects, “I could see that given the right tools and situations, important conversations had the opportunity to emerge—sometimes with life-changing consequences.”

Now that Kate has established roots in Menlo Park, not far from her daughter in nearby Santa Cruz, she’s able to test her kits on her youngest grandchild, and they continue to work together to develop the activities. There are currently three activity kits available—focusing on outdoor exploring, cooking and family activity time. “Meaningful conversations can’t be forced,” she says, “so we focus on the fun first and that creates the opportunities for natural dialogue to emerge.”

As the oldest generation in the family, along with her brothers, Kate recognizes that time is fleeting and that there’s immense value in the relaying of stories and family history. “When we have family gatherings, it’s strange to think that we are now the keepers of the family wisdom,” she observes. Drawing from her own experiences, she’s committed to fostering vibrant exchanges and memorable intergenerational moments.

“I’ll never forget having lunch with my father, not realizing that soon after he would leave us,” she recalls. “Just out of the blue, he placed his hand on mine and said, ‘I just want you to know that I’ve had such a good life, and it’s because of you and your brothers and your mother.’” Kate says it’s a memory she will always cherish. “I was so glad he said that,” she reflects, “and I try to tell everyone what a gift it is to let the people you love know how important they are to you.”

Diary of a Dog: Momo

Isn’t that fresh Bay air just delightful? I can never get enough sniffs of it, which is why I’m so happy that I found my home on the Peninsula. I actually started out as a stray in Fresno but a shelter there turned me over to Humane Society Silicon Valley, and that’s how I came into Susan’s life as a foster pup. At first, I was nervous and fearful, but once I moved in with Susan and Rosie (a parrot!) in Menlo Park, my confidence really skyrocketed. I began to reveal my happy and energetic true self, and Susan knew I needed to permanently join the family. I love to take walks and my favorite outing is Westpoint Harbor in Redwood City. Susan puts me on a 75-foot leash so I have plenty of freedom to roam—and I’m learning to always come back when she calls me. I like to dig and there are lots of rocks and holes to explore. I also have a nifty trick I’ll share with you. When I find an enticing smell, I drop and roll on it so I can carry it away with me. (Try it sometime!) Susan thinks I’m a Terrier mix, but you can always recognize me by the distinguishing stripe on my nose. I don’t think it enhances my sense of smell, but whenever I catch a whiff of something good, it makes me want to fly like the wind

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Landmark: James Johnston House

Words by Johanna Harlow

James Johnston House, a New England farmhouse just a short stroll from Half Moon Bay’s Main Street, is an enduring structure dating back to 1853. Ever since Ohio pioneer James Johnston completed its construction for his Californio bride, this historic coastal landmark has prevailed through nearly 170 years of high winds, vandalism and stringent coastside conditions. Perhaps it’s not ready to give up the view. From its vantage, the two-story building enjoys the area’s rippling hills and rolling Pacific waves, and watches the hillside shift from gold to green and back again in its seasonal ebb and flow. But Johnston House didn’t become the oldest-standing American home along the San Mateo County coastline without a little help. Thanks to the advocacy of a pair of honeymooners who stumbled across the bedraggled building back in the ’60s and the intervention of the San Mateo County Historical Association, the Johnston House Foundation was formed. Now marking its 50th year, the Foundation put in considerable effort to replace timbers, restore redwood floors and stairways and refurbish the interior. The building’s paint-stripped exterior was given a fresh coat of white paint, restoring its former reputation as “The White House of Half Moon Bay.” Perhaps the most noticeable feature of the farmhouse is its asymmetrically-angled roof—somewhat reminiscent of a ski jump. “Saltbox-style” homes were a classic American colonial staple and get their name from the boxes people used for salt storage back in the day. If you linger long enough outside Johnston House, you might spot a bird using this ramp-like roof to launch itself into a crisp blue sky. For a tour, stop by Johnston House on the third Saturday of every month (January through September) between 11AM and 3PM. For more details, visit johnstonhouse.org.

Essay: Lucky to be at Denny’s

words by Sloane Citron

I’ve been watching a lot of Norm MacDonald on YouTube lately. I like the guy—his unique wit and unapologetic jokes. Of course, Norm’s dead now; he died too young for such a gifted comedian. He brought such life to the world. In a video I was watching the other night, he said, “We are so lucky to be alive. It’s the greatest gig in the world. You get to eat at Denny’s…”
It’s as though he read my mind.

When my children were young, our Sunday night ritual was to go out to dinner with our good friends the Gessows—Jody and Rhonda and their kids Jeremy, Danielle and Julie. Our children were friends from birth. For years, we’d head over to Ken’s Pancake House in Menlo Park before they changed it to a fish restaurant and then to another fish restaurant and then to something else and now it’s Jeffrey’s Hamburgers.

I’m not sure Ken’s was especially pleased to see us with our seven rambunctious kids, though Sunday nights were slow, and we’d always leave a good tip. It was the type of place with Formica tables, a “pie of the day” and paper menus for the kids to draw on.

Our children were sweet-tempered but, well, they were still kids, and they would have a time at the place, throwing crayons across the table, spilling water and tearing open and eating the sugar and jelly packets. Inevitably, the boys would start chasing each other through the restaurant, and we’d have to tell them to quiet down so that we wouldn’t seem like degenerate parents.

When we learned that Ken’s was closing to make room for the first fish restaurant, we had to pivot and that took us to the Denny’s in Redwood City at the corner of Woodside Road and Highway 101. The kids continued where they left off, being high-spirited and loud with no one seeming to mind too much.

Eventually, our Sunday nights went the course of youths growing up and lives changing. But it was a good run. The children remain tight friends today since pancake-bonding lasts a lifetime.

Recently, the one day I dread each year, my birthday, was approaching. I’m not sure why I dislike it so much, whether it means another year of my life flying by or because I don’t like attention, but I much prefer the day after my birthday.

Each year, one of my kids will ask, “Where do you want to go for your birthday?” meaning which restaurant. I never have an answer. When they asked this year, given our plethora of grandchildren, I think the kids thought I’d probably want them to get babysitters, put on nice clothes and head out for an adult dinner. But I couldn’t imagine having my birthday celebration without the little guys.

Instantly, I knew where we were going. I told my youngest daughter, “Denny’s, with all the kids.” We made a plan: a non-reservation at 5:30PM (which is when you eat when you have six kids three and under).
My children kept asking me if I really wanted to go to Denny’s. “Heck, yeah,” I said, already salivating for the Grand Slam breakfast.

We arrived on my birthday night, and the host promptly put a half-dozen tables together in the middle of the room with eat-in booths on either side of us. There weren’t many people there: a couple of older folks enjoying the special senior menu and a few families. We pretty much had the place to ourselves.
Within minutes of sitting down, the grandkids were up and about, climbing in the booths, using them for trampolines and reaching for those familiar sugar packets and tubs of jelly. The waitress was incredibly good-natured, and we tried our best to keep things under control.

The Denny’s menu is amazingly broad—from eggs to steaks to anything in between. But we all had a good idea of what we wanted, so it didn’t take us long to decide. Soon, what the kids had been waiting for all day arrived: strawberry milkshakes. And then our sweet waitress, who referred to each of us as “Dear,” brought out the chocolate chip pancakes, macaroni and cheese, French fries and other good stuff. I had a perfectly tasty eggs Benedict with crispy hash browns.

It was a perfect night at the perfect place and, of course, reminded me of our wonderful Sunday nights with the Gessows. Walking out of the restaurant—with a lift in my heart—I realized that I’m not happy when I’m supposed to be happy. I’m happy when those whom I love are happy. And Norm was right. Boy, am I lucky to be alive.

Switch It Up

Words by Sophia Markoulakis 

Marketing pioneer Philip Kotler once said, “A good company offers excellent products and services. A great company offers excellent products and services but also strives to make the world a better place.” Redwood Shores-based Penny Chin, who began her interior design career in 1982, applies this sentiment every day. She helps her clients transform their homes with the knowledge and patience of someone who has executed hundreds of projects.

Penny’s firm, Elements in Design, has a grasp on the numbers, expectations and realistic time frames of a project—whether it’s Bing Crosby’s Hillsborough estate, former Oakland As player Rickey Henderson’s homes in Hillsborough and Las Vegas or a first-time homebuyer.

Penny’s holistic path to design began as a young girl in New York where she would accompany her parents to open house tours and then doodle floor plans for fun. Years (and many doodles later), Penny had intentions to study architecture, but she married and decided to focus on her growing family instead. In 1972, she and her family moved to San Bruno and rented a home. Not long after, Hillsborough became their permanent residency.

One day, while sitting in her kitchen, reflecting that her children were in school all day, Penny asked herself what she wanted to do with her life. She had used an interior designer for her own home and recalls thinking, “Well, maybe now is the time to explore this interest.” Especially drawn to kitchen design, she quickly realized it could be a timely pursuit. “Come to find out,” she says, “no one in the early ’80s was doing it.”

After Penny earned a degree in interior design, she specialized in kitchens, but after a while, she learned about commercial design and realized that it was a better fit for her lifestyle. “Residential clients wanted me to be available on nights and weekends, but commercial clients needed availability during the weekdays, which worked better for raising five children,” she recounts. Some of her larger clients (like IBM and Disneyland) required spatial design plans and Penny excelled at them. She also dabbled in restaurant design, a niche that she describes as a “puppet show,” where the audience is the diner and anything is possible. Yet, she continued to keep one foot in the residential world, believing that it was where she could make the biggest impact.

“Every skill I gleaned from my commercial and restaurant clients is used with my residential clients,” she came to realize. “I’ve installed slat walls, where retailers hang hooks to display merchandise, in the kitchen for clients to hang their prized pots and in the pantry for modular storage.” Such functional approaches are key to Penny’s portfolio and design philosophy. “Function always comes first for me. Let’s design for function first, style after,” she says. “Interior designers are more than just color-pickers…we’re spatial problem-solvers.”

With an average of 30 projects a year for 40 years, Penny has seen a wide swath of design quandaries. The firm’s website is filled with examples of transformations, and the Elements in Design team thrives on these projects. “Once we have the vision down,” she notes, “we ask clients to be flexible as we take them on a journey with us.”

Penny is very transparent about budgets and will balk when figures don’t align with the work. One way she works around a client’s budget constraints is to map out a project in phases, tackling design dilemmas that are most critical first. With four different teams of licensed carpenters, plumbers and electricians, she can also match up the best fit and skill sets for each project.

Transformation is a familiar theme for Penny, who’s progressed through three Hillsborough homes with her family before ultimately downsizing to her current residence in Redwood Shores. She enjoys living in a beautiful setting without the maintenance and says she’s not ready for the next transition—retirement—yet. “I can retire at any time,” she reflects. “I’d rather retire while my practice is busy, and I’m still happy working and making the world a better place.”

Stepping Out: Shoe Designer

Words by Christina Chahal

Erika Carrero didn’t set out to become a luxury shoe designer, but it happened the same way the Los Altos resident does everything in life: with a vision for the future and a lot of hard work. While a student in her home country of Peru, Erika held a full-time job as a full-time university student and she cheerfully calls herself a nerd.

“I was one of those kids who was always happy doing homework,” remembers Erika. “I really like studying. It’s good for your brain.”
Erika’s determination led her to Santa Clara University, where she earned her MBA. That degree opened the doors to Silicon Valley and her career took off. She landed in software and SaaS doing operations and finance, working her way up and doing a lot of business travel. She found herself flying at least once per quarter to far-flung destinations such as London, Stockholm, Argentina and Mexico, where her position required a high degree of skill and even higher heels.

“I needed to wear heels constantly,” recalls Erika. “We’d be in meetings all day and then on to dinner, drinks and dancing, and then start the next day with 8AM meetings. I was always in pain.”

Later, as the CFO for a startup, she was traversing the U.S. searching out companies to acquire, all while still wearing excruciatingly painful high heels. When her own company was sold, Erika finally had the time and the financial foundation to explore a business idea she’d been playing with: Why not create a line of both comfortable and luxurious high-heeled shoes? It was an idea growing more insistent with every painful blister and bunion—and one she’d been preparing for for several years.

Once again, Erika had been educating herself. After her MBA, she earned her CPA and completed a certificate in finance from UC Berkeley and a Stanford executive leadership course, all while working full-time and starting her family.

“To me, education is such an important part of life,” espouses Erika. “Every stage of my career has been about education. It pushes you forward.”
Forward indeed. It was at the Stanford leadership course where she met someone who worked in the luxury accessories sector. Now Erika had someone to give her guidance and answer her myriad of questions about the footwear business. She gave Erika good advice, telling her to “concentrate on the product and the shoes will sell themselves.”

Erika had already been taking online classes to learn shoe design from the esteemed Arsutoria School in Milan. After attending Arsutoria’s in-person course in Los Angeles, she was hooked. Erika headed to Italy where she immersed herself in every aspect of shoemaking. And she appreciated that the hands-on program extended Arsutoria’s network of suppliers and factories to its students.

“That’s how I met my team, through school and also by knocking on doors,” explains Erika. “No one was answering my emails, so I went out knocking, thinking, ‘I don’t have anything to lose if they say no.’”
She ended up choosing a factory in Vigevano in the Lombardy region outside Milan. It’s known for its 1492-era Piazza Ducale, the Castle Sforzesco and centuries of shoemaking, highlighted at the Museo della Calzatura. The town also holds an annual shoe fair and market. Erika says Vigevano is a small town that used to be the center of shoemaking in Italy and continues to be a style capital. The proof? According to Erika, Manolo Blahnik uses the same factory she does and if that weren’t enough cred, she’s also expanding to have her shoes crafted in a Tuscan factory used by Gucci.

With her manufacturing in place, Erika focused on function, style and branding. She decided to name her business Elizée and incorporated in 2019.

“Elizée means the tradewinds in French, joyful in Hebrew and Elizabeth is my middle name,” says Erika of her Los Altos-based business. “It was inspired by my passion for travel.”

Already seeing steady customer growth, Erika’s luxury shoe collection is an assortment of pumps, sandals and booties, all handcrafted in Italian nappa leather—a top-quality leather that undergoes a unique tanning process which creates softer, more pliable hides—and all featuring 3- to 4-inch heels. With influencer sightings including Kathy Ireland, Access Daily and The Real Housewives of Orange County, the high-glamour, comfortable shoe line is also creating buzz with fashion editors, celebrities and stylists.
Erika designs each shoe herself. She looks at the trends and her team in Italy gathers leathers for her to approve based on mood boards she creates. Functionally, she avoids placing seams in sensitive areas like ankles or big-toe bunions, resulting in a shoe interior that feels soft and doesn’t cause discomfort.

“I really study and I don’t want to do anything that I don’t understand really well,” notes Erika. She even traveled to London to meet the shoemakers to the Queen as part of her research.

The defining feature of Erika’s shoes is the product innovation. To achieve her goal of making a luxury high heel with all-day comfort, Erika created an insole called Plush Contour. She did it by analyzing what makes shoes comfortable: They need to be made from the best traditional and high-tech materials and approved by podiatrists.

Unlike most heels with just a piece of cardboard between the outsole and insole, Elizée’s high-density poron memory foam combines with a layer of responsive gel that molds to your foot and absorbs the impact of your footsteps.

“Traditional luxury shoes are slim and very narrow, and to achieve that look they use thin padding—and sometimes just cardboard or thin foam—which leaves very little between your foot and the street. Using materials typically found in sneakers goes against the grain,” explains Erika, adding, “Louboutin red bottoms wouldn’t work with an insole like mine.”

But that’s okay with Erika, whose target customer is not just the Louboutin girl but also the woman who hasn’t worn high heels in a while and would like to try it again.

Erika is proud to say, “People are surprised at just how comfortable they are.”

Pan-Asian Passion

Words by Anni Golding

Nee Lau, owner of The Mandarin, is passionate about good food. He can describe favorite dishes in exquisite detail—from a tender, herb-stuffed rotisserie chicken from a market in Avignon, France, to “the best venison” at Wild Hare, a long-since-closed Menlo Park eatery that once resided in the same spot that now houses Nee’s own restaurant. Although The Mandarin is his first solo venture as a restaurateur, he’s more than ready for the role.

Nee’s introduction to the food and beverage industry came at age 14, just shortly after he emigrated to Redwood City from China’s Guangdong province with his mother and three siblings. “I could barely speak English,” he says. “I didn’t even know A-B-C.” Nee enrolled at Sequoia High School and took on a part-time dishwashing job at nearby Give Pizza Chance.

By age 16, he was managing the pizza spot and learning about the food business from owners Rusty Epps and Bill Abney, whom he still affectionately refers to as “my bosses.” The two men became mentors and role models to the teenage Nee. They taught him to drive, helped him with his citizenship test and introduced him to a variety of dining experiences. More importantly, he says, “They also taught me about right and wrong, to enjoy life and to have fun while you’re doing what you do.”

Respecting his mother’s wishes that he pursue a financially lucrative career path, Nee earned a computer science degree from San Jose State University. “I hated it,” he says plainly of his field of study. Even so, he built a tech career at Excite@Home and then moved on to Lucent Technologies, where he rose to the role of senior network engineer, eventually leaving the tech industry when a reorganization at Lucent relocated his job to the East Coast. Nee took a severance package and traveled for six months.

He returned home with a desire for work that incorporated his love of restaurants and good food and suggested to his mother that the family go in together on an eatery. They opened their first restaurant in Vallejo in 2003 and followed with five more over a six-year period, all in the North Bay and Sacramento. (The family has since closed all but two of the properties.) During that time, Nee also earned his MBA from San Francisco State.

A long-held love of wine led Nee to create Amourvino Winery in Napa in 2013. Since its inception, the winery has been his primary business. As 90% of Amourvino’s wines are sold in China through direct partnerships, Nee spent much of his time before the pandemic traveling to his homeland on behalf of the business.

When pandemic restrictions halted travel to China, Nee was stuck at home. “I was bored out of my mind, and my wife wanted me to get out of the house,” he recounts. Although he wasn’t looking for another restaurant project, the opportunity arose when he learned from a friend that Menlo Park eatery Black Pepper had closed, and the building’s owners were looking for someone to take over the lease.

Nee considered the possibility of another family restaurant and consulted with his brother, “a professional restaurateur,” who cautioned him that the space was too big. Nee, familiar with Peninsula demographics and having faith in local diners, decided to pursue the project on his own. He didn’t have a concept in mind, but he knew that whatever he did, the food would have to be top-notch. “I had a vision to run good quality food that I’d be proud of,” he states.

Keeping the space’s interior modifications to a minimum, Nee instead focused on staffing and menu development. With a small team in place, and Nee jumping in where needed—”I was not afraid to get my hands dirty,” he says—The Mandarin opened in July 2021. The name, suggested by one of Nee’s sisters, is an homage to the restaurant opened by Cecilia Chiang in San Francisco in 1961. “Cecilia Chiang always promoted Chinese cuisine, and I’ve always had a sense of pride about that,” Nee says. “She’s a woman I admire, who did something amazing.”

Chinese flavors and cooking techniques are the foundation of the restaurant’s pan-Asian menu, which comprises equal amounts of American-Chinese and traditional Chinese dishes, along with a few fusion creations, like the Singaporean-style Golden Crab dish. “I’m very straightforward: I think food is food. There is no prejudice against American-Chinese or Chinese-American,” he emphasizes. “Traditionalism and fusion can cross over—as long as the food is good, and the ingredients are fresh and local.”

In developing the menu with his chef, Nee opted for quality over quantity. “A typical Chinese menu is usually about 300 items,” he notes. “I didn’t want that many. I wanted the chef to pick out the best.” Topping his list of traditional must-have “chef’s specials” is the tea-smoked duck. Also on the list: eight treasure duck, a labor-intensive dish that must be ordered two days in advance. A deboned, skin-on duck is stuffed with sticky rice, dried shrimp, dried scallops, cured daikon, heritage pork belly, Chinese sausage, salty egg and peanuts and then (in a nod to Give Pizza Chance), wrapped in dough before being steamed and baked. The crispy, thin outer layer of bread isn’t part of the traditional recipe. Nee taught himself to make this dish at home several years ago from watching a YouTube video and added the dough layer on a whim.

Familiar American-Chinese dishes populate the appetizers section of the menu, including pot stickers, moo shu variations, and the ubiquitous Chinese chicken salad. Diners will find familiar dishes like honey walnut prawns and General Tso’s chicken among the family-style entrées. Kung pao chicken is available in two varieties: an American-Chinese version, which includes vegetables, and the traditional Chinese version, which Nee says is vegetable-free. Offering two takes on the dish is a way to bridge the gap between traditional and American-style Chinese dishes. Customers in the know can request either, and the staff has been trained to offer the traditional option to Chinese customers who might prefer it.

Despite pandemic-related dining restrictions, business has been good. “When we opened, we were very lucky, very busy,” Nee says. With a solid menu in place and a growing clientele, he wants to add to The Mandarin’s offerings. An avowed lover of sushi, Nee is planning to include some traditional Japanese dishes later this year. And, of course, there will be a comprehensive wine list, which will include “about 100 wines.”

Through his Menlo Park dining venture, Nee is sharing his passion for good food, welcoming the opportunity to educate customers about the restaurant’s menu and traditional dishes. It seems that he’s taken the sage advice of his mentors to heart, enjoying life and having fun while doing what he loves.

What’s a Pikklepuss?

Words by Anni Golding

“It was love at first sip,” says pikklepuss owner Juli Alderson, of her introduction to shrubs during a friend’s socially-distanced get-together in 2020. She was so smitten with the fruity-tart blueberry beverage, that she got the recipe from her friend, bought a book on shrubs and kicked off a quarantine kitchen project that evolved into an eco-conscious small business with award-winning products.

Shrubs (also known as drinking vinegars or drinking shrubs) are made from fruit macerated in sugar and combined with vinegar to create a sweet-tart syrup that can then be mixed with water, alcohol or both. The history of shrubs in the U.S. goes back to the Colonial period, during which two variations of the beverage evolved: an alcoholic version that paired a syrup of citrus, sugar and aromatics with brandy or rum and a non-alcoholic fruit vinegar that was popular as a summer thirst-quencher. In recent years, shrubs have seen a resurgence, both as a healthy beverage and as a darling ingredient of craft cocktail makers.

“I’ve always loved a flavor profile that’s slightly sweet and slightly tart, and so I think that really struck a chord with me,” notes Juli. An enthusiastic cook with a penchant for reverse-engineering restaurant meals at home, she credits her upbringing in rural Alberta, Canada, with providing a foundation for creativity in the kitchen. “My family did a lot of preserving when I was growing up,” she recalls, “and we had a huge, acre-sized garden.

A country kid with city dreams, Juli moved to Toronto to attend Ryerson University and later began a career in sales with Cintas. But she had a long-held goal to land in Manhattan. “That was the pinnacle,” she says—until she made a visit to San Francisco. Juli arranged a stateside job transfer, first to San Diego, where she met her husband-to-be, and finally to Redwood City in the early 2000s, where they settled and started a family. “I love it here; we’re in a really great community,” she shares.

Working from home during the early months of the pandemic gave Juli an opportunity to develop her shrub-making skills while holding down her day job as a global sales manager for Cintas. Once she had a few solid recipes, Juli assembled a portable cocktail kit and began sharing her shrubs with friends during outdoor gatherings. The feedback was positive and encouraging, and the idea for a viable business began to coalesce. “I wanted to make it easier for people to spend more time socializing,” she says, “and less time doing mixology.” Her idea was to create a concentrated mixer that needed nothing more than the addition of alcohol and/or soda water.

Having what she calls “an entrepreneurial mindset,” Juli has always kept a running list of business ideas throughout the years and had written the word “pikklepuss” on her whiteboard sometime in 2015 or 2016—a callback to her mom chastening, “Don’t be such a picklepuss,” meaning sour face, when anyone woke up in a grouchy mood. “I thought, ‘Wouldn’t it be a fun name for a company?’” In the midst of perfecting her shrub recipes, Juli looked at the whiteboard one day and had a lightbulb moment. “I just said ‘This is pikklepuss.’” The name in search of a company had found one

In early 2021, Juli had what she calls a listen-to-the-universe moment. On the same day that she was assembling her minimum viable product (rough packaging containing shrubs and a cocktail kit) to mail to friends for their feedback, she was also having a conversation with her longtime employer about her future and decided she was ready for a new path. “I was burnt out and looking for a change,” she explains. Parting ways with Cintas on the last Friday in February, she officially launched pikklepuss as a full-time venture the following Monday.

A one-woman show, Juli does everything herself—from making the shrubs at Kitchentown in San Mateo to bottling them and fulfilling orders that come through the pikklepuss website. Her farm-to-glass approach includes using locally sourced, organic and non-GMO ingredients and composting or upcycling fruit solids to reduce waste.

The pikklepuss product line consists of four shrub-based mixers for cocktails or mocktails: Citrus Tonic, Razzle-B Lime, Pear Ginger and Strawberry Pepper. “I just felt as though those flavors came together the best, and they didn’t need any more tinkering,” she states. Pear Ginger and Strawberry Pepper each earned a Good Food Award in February 2022 for their balanced, elegant flavors.

Juli also created a curated cocktail kit around each mixer, with names like “The Ultimate Gin and Tonic” and “The Ultimate Raspberry Daiquiri.” Each kit, packaged in a colorful box, includes a mixer, selected bar tools and a snack. The Gin and Tonic and Raspberry Daiquiri kits also contain an upcycled food product—candied citrus peel and raspberry fruit leather, respectively. Think of each collection as a cocktail party in a box: just add friends and your libation of choice.

The universe again brought unexpected opportunity Juli’s way in November 2021, when Redwood City-based Balsam Brands reached out with an offer she couldn’t refuse. “It was so perfectly aligned with my interests,” she shares. Taking on a full-time role has meant transitioning to part-time with pikklepuss for the time being.

Long-term, her goal “is to be the Fever-Tree of shrub mixers,” she adds, name-checking the premium mixer business. But for now, next steps include focusing on distribution and sales so that she can get pikklepuss mixers into more glasses. And as a shrub evangelist, she’s ready to spread the word about the beverage she fell for at first sip. “The saddest thing is that a lot of people don’t know what a shrub is,” she points out. “And I would just love to share them with the world, because they’re so delicious.”

The Beat on your Eats: Yakitori

Words by Elaine Wu

Yakitori is the Japanese style of charcoal grilled and skewered meats . . . here’s a mix of choices.

izakaya ginji

San Mateo

This casual spot is as close to a Japanese pub as you’ll find on the Peninsula. Izakaya Ginji offers a wide variety of items on their menu including sushi rolls, donburi (rice bowls), Japanese curry dishes and “Japanese Tapas” such as Garlic Teriyaki Tontoro (pork cheek) and Ika Stick Karaage (dry fried seasoned squid). But it’s their yakitori menu that shines. Served from 5PM-8:30PM, preparations include soy-marinated, salt-seasoned or “tare” sauce-basted veggies and meats with offerings like chicken gizzard and quail eggs for the more adventurous foodies in your party. 301 East 4th Avenue. Open Thursday from 11:30AM-1:30PM; Monday through Wednesday and Friday through Saturday from 11:30AM-2PM; Monday through Saturday from 4:30PM-9PM. Closed Sunday.

sumika grill

Los Altos

If you’re looking for an authentic Japanese experience, this no-nonsense yakitori restaurant delivers. The moment you walk in, you’ll smell tantalizing aromas emanating from the kitchen’s charcoal grill. Yakitori items on the menu span a range of chicken, pork, seafood, veggie and beef selections, including American Wagyu beef with apple onion steak sauce and asparagus roll wrapped in black pork slice. Seasonings vary from ponzu and miso to plum sauce. Lunch offers additional items such as donburi and bento boxes. 236 Central Plaza. Open daily from 11:30AM-1:30PM; Monday through Thursday from 5:30PM-7:30PM; Friday through Sunday from 5:30PM-8PM.

hikari sushi & grill

Redwood City

Hikari offers a wide variety of different Japanese items to please just about everyone, from noodle dishes to nabe (hot pot) and plenty of sushi rolls. As an extra bonus, they have a selection of grilled skewers perfect for the yakitori beginner. Highlights include the kamo (duck breast), hotate (scallops) and shishito peppers topped with bonito flakes. It’s the perfect place for those who want to try yakitori without being intimidated by an overwhelmingly large menu or too many offal offerings. The setting is clean, modern and comfortable. 490 El Camino Real, Suite 140. Open daily from 11:30AM-2:30PM and 4:30PM-8:30PM.

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