landarc
somebody shut me the fark up.
- Joined
- Jun 26, 2009
- Location
- sAn leAnDRo, CA
A little while back, we had the thread asking us to remember about cooking with our family members, and it gave me reason to recall the restaurant La Perla, a "Mexican" restaurant, that for all of my life, existed in one of the worst neighborhoods in our area. It was also, for many years, my dad's one and only Mexican restaurant we would eat at.
The food was not what most of us know as authentic, it was a greasy spoon of a Mexican place, founded by a man who mustered out of the Navy from his home in Mexico by way of Texas. The food was his interpretation, and it lasted from 1947 until 2014. It was an institution in Richmond, California. And why did we only go there? The family has several daughters, too many to support with the one restaurant. So, the man, his wife, mother and eldest daughter worked there, and his two middle daughters found work, with us. From 1954 to 1967, they worked for my dad, and loved him. They hated my uncle, but, loved my dad, and when they left, he would bring us to their place to eat. Stuff like this.
Ground beef enchiladas and fried potatoes. There are people all over Richmond, who wish they knew hot to make these, my dad learned how and at least I can have this to eat. The secret turns out to be very simple, they are seasoned with Mexican chorizo. Very simple good, that built an entire families good fortune.
The food was not what most of us know as authentic, it was a greasy spoon of a Mexican place, founded by a man who mustered out of the Navy from his home in Mexico by way of Texas. The food was his interpretation, and it lasted from 1947 until 2014. It was an institution in Richmond, California. And why did we only go there? The family has several daughters, too many to support with the one restaurant. So, the man, his wife, mother and eldest daughter worked there, and his two middle daughters found work, with us. From 1954 to 1967, they worked for my dad, and loved him. They hated my uncle, but, loved my dad, and when they left, he would bring us to their place to eat. Stuff like this.
Ground beef enchiladas and fried potatoes. There are people all over Richmond, who wish they knew hot to make these, my dad learned how and at least I can have this to eat. The secret turns out to be very simple, they are seasoned with Mexican chorizo. Very simple good, that built an entire families good fortune.