FRIDAY'S FOTO

A peaceful day might mean a stroll the Morikami Japanese Gardens in Delray Beach, Florida
and pausing to listen to the sounds of the waterfall and feeling the serenity of the
green surroundings.

FRIDAY'S FOTO--A WALK ON THE ISLE OF SKYE

Isle of Skye

IBERIA PENINSULA--A TASTE OF EUROPE IN NEWARK'S IRONBOUND DISTRICT

photo by Adam Elmquist

It seems as if the only times I’ve been to Newark, New Jersey is to see a show at NJPAC or to have a very nice meal with friends.  

This time we headed to the Ironbound section of Newark, a large working class area with a big Portuguese population dating back to the early 1900s and later joined in the 1930s by Galician Spanish immigrants and then, in the 1950s, by another influx of Portuguese immigrants.  What developed is a neighborhood proud of its ethnic character where restaurants, bakeries, jewelers, sports clubs, and other businesses are owned and operated by the local Portuguese/Spanish residents. 

Many of these businesses center around Ferry Street, and that is where we headed to meet our friends Bob and Angie for dinner at the bustling Iberia Peninsula Restaurant.

In this corner of Newark, the restaurant is named for the peninsula that spans the area from the eastern part of Spain to the far coast of Portugal, and so this restaurant as well as the other owned by the same company, The Iberia Tavern and Patio, serves the Portuguese and Spanish specialties of the region.

I know of this relationship because from the busy Ferry St. area where the restaurants share a parking lot, we entered the cavernous, multi-roomed Iberia Tavern and were promptly seated.  But no Angie and Bob. As our friends are never late, we phoned.  They were in Newark but diagonally across the street in the Iberia Peninsula, another big place!  We needed the staff’s help to direct us to the correct restaurant. We apologized for leaving our table, but they said not to worry; the proprietors owned both restaurants!

What hustle and bustle!  Everyone on staff is friendly and always on the move.  Despite the constant movement, there’s a happy and animated atmosphere.  Brightly lighted and busy.  It is a good place to meet.

When Angie and I discussed meeting at Iberia Peninsula, we were tempted by their rodizio featuring ten tantalizing selections: The waiter brings skewers of barbequed chicken, filet mignon, pork, turkey, ribs, sausage and more until the diner calls a halt.  But when the four of us actually sat down in the restaurant to order, the rest of the menu seemed so tantalizing that none of us chose the rodizio! We'll save that for another time.

We began with drinks, of course, and a toast to our friendship.  Angie and I are sorority sisters, and we know each other, single and married, for many, many years.  Looking at the menu, we skipped appetizers but enjoyed the salad and the delicious Portuguese bread.  There are so many choices and combinations on the menu, deciding was a challenge we bravely met!

I chose the paella à Valenciana, a gargantuan mixture of seafood—shrimp, clams, mussels, and an entire boiled lobster—gorgeous hunks of chicken, and spicy sausage served over a flavorful mound (I’d like to gracefully say "bed," but that belies the amount) of savory yellow rice.  It was easily enough for two or even three!  Needless to say, a large portion accompanied me home!

Rob, Angie, and Bob went in another direction.  They all ordered the same entrée: Mariscada ao alho, a seafood medley with a garlic sauce.  Their medleys were as huge as mine but the rice was on the side.  The garlic sauce bathed the delicious seafood and gave it a pungent aroma.  As we all took home “doggie bags,” the only difference was that their rice was in a separate container. 

Each of us was in gustatory heaven. 

Still, the desserts were extraordinarily tempting too, so along with our coffees, we ordered dessert, each couple sharing one.  We ended up with the same selections—the Iberia Banana Express.  There’s no photo I can show you, but trust me when I say it was a perfect ending, and thank goodness we split because an entire slice would have left us in food comas.

I’m not really complaining about the amount of food, but in this very reasonably priced restaurant where we’re offered fare we don’t usually see and enjoy being in an authentically ethnic atmosphere, it’s quite a treat.  They are prepared for the “take out” side of the meal because they pack everything up beautifully and even the carrying bags are nicely designed.  You haven’t just enjoyed a meal; you’ve stumbled into a three-day extravaganza!

I’m sorry I didn’t take photos, but I can recommend Iberia Peninsula for a number of reasons I hope I’ve explained.  If you live nearby, go there.  You will enjoy the outing.  If you come from far away, it's well worth the trip.

HEMINGWAY'S BOAT--PAUL HENDRICKSON'S LOOK AT THE MAN AND THE SEA

I’m an Ernest Hemingway fan going way way back.  I love the crisp succinct style, the vivid description, the superb analysis of human nature, and the familiarity I feel each time I open a Hemingway novel or short story.  Part of the allure, of course, comes from the exhaustive materials written by scholars and not-so-much-scholars about this man.  Part comes from a fascination with the time period in which he wrote his greatest works, his long career as writer, his years as traveler and news reporter, his avocation as sportsman, and his intense international celebrity.  As a teacher I taught his works; I’ve lead library discussions and always find other readers intrigued as I am with his genius.  So when I came across Hemingway’s Boat by Paul Hendrickson, I had to see how the Pilar could have been such a central part of his existence. 

One would think that after all these years new Hemingway material would be hard to find.  Hendrickson found it.  He found previously unpublished materials.  He interviewed Hemingway’s sons and the few people still alive who actually knew the author.  He traveled to Cuba to see the Pilar, a rotting hulk outside the Hemingway museum there.  Covering the period from 1934 when Hemingway, a literary giant of the time, bought the Pilar in a Brooklyn boatyard until his suicide in 1961, Hendrickson explores the whole man and shows him with all the boorishness and weaknesses—his alcoholism and explosive temper--that alienated almost all his friends as well as his wives yet also exposes the soft side that nurtured young, struggling writers, shared generously of his home and boat, and tenderly interacted with the dying son of a friend.

If one thinks about Hemingway’s life in Key West and then in Cuba, so much is connected with Pilar which became a haven for friends, family, prostitutes, and employees.  It defined fishing, exploring, and escaping for him.  The Caribbean Sea, its currents, and its seasons feature prominently in his books, and Hendrickson defines the sea as the navigational chart of much of Hemingway’s life.  Those who tolerated him—for whatever period that was—understood that as guests on the Pilar, they might also become combatants against a man who always wanted to be #1—to write the finest, to hook the biggest.

Hemingway’s Boat is a fascinating read opening yet another avenue to understand and appreciate this great American author.  All that aside, however, it’s just a fascinating story of a brilliant yet damaged man and his greatest love.

FRIDAY'S FOTO

Bull riding is just one of the dangerous events at a rodeo,
and it leaves you with your heart in your throat as you watch these cowboys and cowgirls.
One amazing thing about a rodeo is that events are measured in
fractions of seconds.  That's how difficult they are.