Do restaurants and hotels still give out matchbooks? I rarely see them these days now that indoor smoking is taboo. And, I’ll tell you, I miss the matchbooks. I do. They dredge up memories of good times AND look fabulous displayed in a glass bowl.
Take for example the Russian Tea Room matchbook…love the color and the graphics, but here’s the backstory. My husband and I flew to New York state for my dear friend Lauri’s wedding. I was a bridesmaid and thrilled to be so. My husband and I were staying in Nyack and after the wedding we took a bus down to Manhattan for a day of fun. All I remember of that day was a visit to the Museum of Modern Art and a late lunch at the Russian Tea Room, but both were fabulous. Every time I see this matchbook this wonderful, carefree day floats into my mind.
The Sparky’s Diner matches are also from the time frame (mid-late ‘80s). Sparky’s was less than two blocks from our apartment on Dolores Street in San Francisco. It was a fun place to eat and I did so often with my husband and girlfriends.
One time my girlfriend Patty and I met up there. We ordered our food and our fav new drink, Dubonnet with a twist of lemon. Our waitress admitted that they were a bit short on Dubonnet, though when our drinks arrived, they had more Dubonnet then we usually got! (No complaints here!)
Later in the meal our waitress appeared with a full bottle of Dubonnet (someone had run out for a bottle) and filled our tumblers with apologies.
Okay, I’ll admit that we drained our glasses and got tipsy or perhaps snockered is the more apt word. (Well, Dubonnet is a fortified wine and we’re small women.) But we weren’t worried. I just needed to walk two blocks home and Patty was destined for an N Judah street car to the Sunset district.
When I see these matches, I remember a very silly, very fun meal.
And then there are the matches from Rocky Point Restaurant. My parents were visiting from New York state and my husband and I had taken them down to Carmel. At a men’s store my Dad asked the salesclerk if he knew of a good restaurant for steaks. He did and even made the reservations for us.
The restaurant is south of Carmel along highway 1 and is lovely in a dark, romantic way with views of the lighted cliffs and ocean just outside the windows. These matches bring back one of my fondest memories of my parents’ visits.
So you see, we NEED matchbooks. These little memory ticklers. We really do. Or at least I do!
How about you…any matchbook memories?