The Old Fisherman’s Grotto by Ruth Pennington Paget
When my daughter Florence sang in musicals at the Bruce Ariss Theatre on the Monterey Wharf, we would stop the for bowls of clam chowder at the Old Fisherman’s Grotto sometimes before her rehearsals and performances.
They sold clam chowder that you could eat outside the restaurant and other things like sandwiches, candy, bottled water, and soda for families who came to visit the Monterey Wharf and look at seals, take whaling boat trips, and buy souvenirs. Even well-heeled families from San Francisco got food at Grotto’s outside stand.
Most families chose items to eat from this outside café, because the items were reasonably priced.
The restaurants in downtown Monterey are “fancy.” You have to probably show that your kids have earned a certificate in etiquette at the American School of Protocol to eat in them anymore.
The director for the musicals Florence was in went to the Grotto before shows for an early dinner. She was a former Broadway director and voice teacher, who obviously was well-versed in opera, too.
Once you had auditioned and gotten into a play, she rehearsed leads and chorus with equal rigor.
While she rehearsed the chorus with piano accompaniment, I would work on my articles for the Global Librarian column I did for the Bay Area Chapter of the Special Libraries Association in San Francisco when I was getting my master’s degree in Library and Information Science at San Jose State University in California’s Silicon Valley.
Fortunately, I like musicals, so I did not mind listening to the songs from Sound of Music, H.M.S. Pinafore, and Give my Regards to Broadway as I was writing. Even though I was listening to this, I was able to write about intercultural role playing groups for training people to work with library customers from different cultural backgrounds, tips for learning foreign languages, the history of the Spanish language, tailoring websites for different cultures, tips on how to work with Chinese-American library customers, tips on interpretation, tips on how to organize and produce foreign-language marketing materials, and tips on how to work with Arab-American library customers (many Arab-Americans are Orthodox Christians with new immigrants being Muslim).
Each show Florence was in required four months of rehearsal (4 to 5 hours per night) and three months performance. We usually ate early dinner at home, and then I would drive Florence down to the Wharf.
She got in costume, put on full make-up, and sold tickets to the shows all over downtown. They always had a full house. Florence sang lead songs for kids and took pictures with tourists.
She got some clam chowder paid for by me for doing all this. She also did make-up for the leads for dress rehearsals and performances. She memorized the entire play and assisted the stage manager on the other side of the stage in case actors forgot lines.
Florence was a professional child actor with tons of acting and sales experience before she was eighteen years old.
One of the reasons she was accepted into the playwrighting program at Juilliard was her knowledge of all aspects of theatre, which included three semesters of college-level acting courses at Monterey Peninsula College.
This Christmas season, my little family went down to the Monterey Wharf for several dinners at the Old Fisherman’s Grotto – inside this time. There were harbor seals playing around and a large school of sardines swimming around.
We arrived early to get the locals menu. Florence reserved us window seats overlooking Pacific Grove on the upper level of the restaurant.
The restaurant is always a little chilly, so Florence kept her Juilliard jacket on. I smiled at her and ordered a Bloody Mary cocktail to go with my chicken piccata, a standard pantry dish of chicken breast sautéed in olive oil with lemon juice and capers.
I could buy the clam chowder in cans as a souvenir.
The food is good, but I just liked listening to all the Frank Sinatra music in this Manhattan by Monterey Bay Restaurant crooning, “I did it my way.”
By Ruth Paget, author of Eating Soup with Chopsticks and Marrying France
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