Southern European

Upon seeing Eliot’s latest series of a surf shop that he treasures from his youth, my shot, my turn, was a no brainer. Immediately, I thought of the Apple Pan in Westwood. A 1940s diner that makes fresh apple, chocolate cream, and other pies, and delicious hamburgers. I’ve been ordering the “hickory burger, fry one well, hickory sauce on the side” for the fries for over 52 years. My mother owned an art gallery on Westwood Blvd. She and my father took us (my identical twin brother Tom) there when we were twelve. Any occasion was a good one for the Apple Pan, after high school proms, after seeing movies in Westwood, after a day at the beach. Now my kids go there. I ran out the door with my wife last night at 9pm when I saw Eliot’s shot. The Apple Pan is dark on Mondays so I was hoping to get a shot before they closed. I’ve got other older shots I could have used but I wanted a hickory burger, root beer served in a paper cone cup, and a piece of pie. The college students at the counter were laughing and joking around taking selfles. I could not have set this up even if I tried.

Clearly, the eyes have it.