STALKED AGAIN BY SINATRA’S LEGACY AT MATTEO’S
Photos by Barry Stein
By Bob Vickrey
During our ongoing three-year tour of famous Los Angeles restaurants, our monthly lunch club has often encountered difficulty escaping Frank Sinatra and his Rat Pack’s shadow wherever we decide to dine.
It seems these guys had the same taste in restaurants as our roving foursome. This time it was Matteo’s on Westwood Boulevard, where we were once again forced to deal with their legacy.
Owner and founder Matty “Matteo” Jordan opened his restaurant in 1963, with the help of his childhood friend Sinatra, and fellow Hoboken, New Jersey native. That collaboration made Matteo’s an instant LA hot spot, which featured a great mix of fine Italian food, tuxedoed waiters and a friendly, upscale supper club atmosphere.
Six Presidents have eaten at Matteo’s, including John F. Kennedy, Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, Ronald Reagan and Bill Clinton. Many of the menu items eventually bore the names of their most famous customers. Matty personally prepared Kennedy’s favorite dish: “Fettuccine Alfredo JFK.”
The place became so popular that Jordan opened an adjoining restaurant in 1986, called A Little Hoboken, whose name was later shortened to Hoboken.
Our special guest in March was Dr. Richard Johnson, who happens to be the local physician who diagnosed both Arnie and me with heart ailments in recent years. We occasionally find ourselves still thanking him for convincing two slightly stubborn men about the urgency of visiting the Pacific Heart Institute in Santa Monica. We realized that he likely saved us from suffering more serious consequences.
Dr. Johnson was raised on a small farm in rural northwest Washington and worked his way through college in the farming and processing industry. After graduating from the University of Washington with a degree in physics, he attended medical school at Washington University in St. Louis. He returned to the West Coast to complete his residency in family practice at the UCLA Medical Center, where he held numerous clinical and academic posts. He was Director of Clinical Services there for 19 years.
Dr. Richard Johnson flanked by his patients Arnie Wishnick (left) and Bob Vickrey
In 2001, “Dr. J” began his practice here in the Palisades branch of the UCLA Medical Group, which now operates as a private practice that he shares with three colleagues. He’s also a Clinical Professor at the David Geffen School of Medicine at UCLA. He and his wife Ann have lived in the Palisades for 38 years and raised their three children here.
Arnie and I studied the menu carefully after we arrived at Matteo’s, fully knowing that our personal physician might possibly be keeping score on just how healthy our dinner orders were. Lucky Barry! He was the only member of our club who might escape the good doctor’s judgment.
When Barry ordered the “fried” calamari as our appetizer, I knew we could ultimately pin that decision squarely on him, even though we planned on sharing his crispy dish. We were relieved when it arrived and Rich joined in the fun.
Barry ordered his off-the-menu favorite: linguine vongole with olive oil, garlic, anchovies and broccoli. Arnie chose the “Fuselle Primavera” with spring vegetables, olive oil, garlic and basil—and to impress his doctor, he ordered sautéed spinach on the side. Rich and I both chose the swordfish special that was served with a side of spinach.
In order to celebrate our favorite physician “Dr. J,” who had once played the role of “white knight” for a couple of us, we did this one up properly by ordering martinis, appetizers, salads, cappuccinos, and the obligatory tiramisu. Arnie really “let it rip” this particular evening by ordering a Coca Cola, and even treated himself to a refill.
Restaurant manager William Aragon turned out to be quite a chatty fellow who enjoyed telling stories about Matteo’s colorful history. He even fired up the electric train that circled overhead in the bar area. It seems that Matty and Sinatra were both toy train enthusiasts back in their Hoboken days, so they added this sentimental feature to entertain their guests—and, of course, themselves.
Even though William seemed to have been quite intrigued with our group, given all the attention we received that night, we remained skeptical that our individual dinner orders will one day bear our names on the Matteo’s menu. However, you must admit that “Fuselle Primavera Arnie” does have a rather tasty ring to it.
Bob Vickrey is a writer whose columns appear in several Southwestern newspapers including the Houston Chronicle and the Waco Tribune-Herald. He lives in Pacific Palisades, California.
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Honey on the road to San Francisco with some of the Spanish explorers
NOTES FROM ABOVE GROUND
By Honey van Blossom
(Honey is a Belgian Marxist former strip-tease artiste)
"Cities of the Golden Gate," Raymond Dabb Yelland, 1893. Most illustrations can be enlarged by clicking on them.
Prologue to the story of the Spanish exploration and settlement of California
Seasonal migrations of animals now extinct in California probably created the roads the native people used before the Spanish land exploration of California. “The heyday of giant mammals in North America was the middle and late Pleistocene, an epoch that started 2.6 million years ago and ended 11,700 years ago, around the time the Earth was thawing out from the Ice Age. The gigantic beasts, which migrated from Asia across a now-vanished land bridge called Beringia, are known as Rancholabrean megafauna, after the famous La Brea tar pits in downtown Los Angeles — the graveyard of thousands of saber-toothed tigers, giant bison and other extinct animals.”[1]
The seasonal migrations of the large mammals may have created the substantial roads used by the indigenous people after their arrival.[2]
Paul S. Martin and Richard G. Klein argue that Paleoindian over-hunting led to the extinction of the megafauna.[3] Others argue that climate change was responsible for mammoth and mastodon extinctions. As the last major glaciation ended around 12,000 years ago, climate warmed too quickly for the megafauna to adapt.
