To prepare for the New Year, get off on the left foot, it feels right to clear away some of the past which could puncture holes down the new hiking paths of 2010.
With this latest of, “And Now, Another Deep Thought of The K9”, in mind, this dog may appear like a Pasadena Daily Shutterblogger in these last breaths of the old year. Just don’t mistake me for some of those daily photobloggers we too often see around these parts. I’m distinguished – my tail is longer than theirs.
In these last daze, the purpose of the staff of Cafe Pasadena will bee simply to reduce some of the backblog of photos we’ve accumulated in our archives for no good reason, other than to share them with the world. From Pasadena to Brooklyn to South Central Miami to Taiwan to England to Massachusetts to India to Indonesia et al. We hear your requests everyday and are responding!
So, I’m gonna push these pics outta my computer and, hopefully, onto your computers for your viewing ecstasy. Let us begin our annual winter cleaning, mindful that, I may still have leftovers to put out to the alley for trash Tuesday pickup. You never know who you’re gonna meet back there with the trash.
Let’s get off, to this new start, with a few old shots from the now departed BrenArt Restaurant & Wine Bar which many of you loco’s remember from our visit back in January. It operated on Union St between Fair Oaks & Raymond in Old Town.
This restaurant specialized in French-European cuisine with a touch of Asian influence. The Chef was a local graduate of the California School of Culinary Arts here in Pasadena. More importantly he was a friendly, caring chef.
As you walked in the door, Diana & her piano were often there to greet you from their perch up on The Wall.
BrenArt has been around for more than a few years. It was originally conceived to be a part of BrenArt international an organization headquartered in Belgium to promote the artistic, in particular Belgium arts. Their Pasadena restaurant doubled as an art galley. The European owners were lovely people with a love of the arts, drink, and food.
However, it was only in the last couple of years that I got myself inside their door a few times. I introduced many of you to this place. Took some of my foodie girlfriends here, including my BFF & foodie soulfoodmate. I still remember what she said the 1st time I took her here -with a smile: “I like this restaurant!”
To hear her positive response to a restaurant was welcomed. I am very happy whenever I can do a little something which brings some happiness to my friends.
Still, the economy was a major factor, as with most business closings in this repression, for this restaurant to turn off the oven. It’s now being gutted out to apparently be rebuilt out into the latest episode of how the hospitality world turns.
At the bar keeping a sandwich company. The Chef asked me what I thought of his egg salad sandwich. “It’s good. Better than most egg sandwiches for sure. B u t…it’s no EuroPane egg salad sandwich.” After all, The Food Network came this year to film EuroPane & its egg salad sandwich. He understood what I meant, and he said, “Yeah, I need to try it sometime.”
This soup was good, just not special or outstanding. That was the theme with this restaurant, and well, many restaurants in my personal experience.
Earlier in the year, I listened to entrepreneurs with businesses in Los Angeles. They were thinking of starting a club in Old Town, with this vacant space to be used as the restaurant. I gave them my optimistic devils advocate view of their “great” idea. Not that these “businesspeople” normally care, but, hey it’s not my investment dough which may be burnt.
But, I digest. Nevertheless, while not a low-cost restaurant, IMHO you received better value here compared to your average eatery in the Old Town district.
Any wine lovers out there in the world wide web??
Reporting from the Olde Town
Siena restaurant, Brenart’s Italian sister next door, closed her door shortly afterward. But, that’s for another episode of, This Pasadena Life, because…
I gotta get outta here. I’ll be back. And, remember: Stay Warm & Thirsty My Friends.