The Sagebrush is an icononic place, kind of a So Cal landmark at this point, and listed as a place to visit in tourist guides. I remember when it began in the early '60s as a small storefront with a few picnic tables covered in oilcloth. You walked up to the counter to order, and picked up the food when it was ready.
Calabasas in those days was a sleepy little town, and I mean little. No business or industry, not much in the way of housing, just a hot dusty main street a few blocks long with tumbleweeds blowing. You should see it now. The old town has been preserved, and the new Calabasas is totally upscale, fancy business buildings, The Commons, a fancy shopping mall, and expensive homes of celebrities. The Sagebrush has grown to include many dining rooms, indoors and out. There are mariachies during the day and live bands at night when it is lit up like a fairy land, and is a mecca for young people who come to dine, drink, and dance.
But the food has gone down badly, year after year, and it was hardly edible today. Last time I was there, 3 years ago, it was so-so. Today it was awful, but the atmosphere was fun. We sat outside, there were lots of large parties enjoying the hell out of life, and at one big table a young man proposed to his sweetheart. The whole place toasted them and clapped!
Niece came back home with us to say hello to Mike, who couldn't come to brunch, and then her friends picked her up, and took her back. Our special day was done.
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