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...seems worth it. The depot's main building, finished in 1894, is a massive, lovable quirk. The local architect, Theodore Link, was obviously under the influence of Henry Hobson Richardson: rough limestone blocks, big arched doors, Romanesque bulk. But inside and out, he and Louis Millet, the interior decorator, wildly mixed and matched styles. The west wing has its odd Gothic outcroppings, the Grand Hall some rather Moorish nooks and ornament; an intimate dining room seems Viennese; and, of course, the steel-truss roof built to cover trains and tracks is pure 19th century Industrial...
...worked 3,000 hours fixing up the large pictorial stained-glass window. The marble for the floors is from the same French quarry used by the station's builders. Indeed, to the modern eye, accustomed to cleaner colors and lines, the period hues and ornamental density of this main interior space may seem too authentic: the muddy green and stained-glass glow and riot of gold are, all together, extremely rich. The room's Gilded Age swank is gorgeous, not inspiring...
...requisite salad, quiche and burgers as well as some heavier meals, including some Middle Eastern specialties. Next door to Grendel's is the relative newcomer Latacarta, which specializes in pasta and other light nouvelle cuisine dinner dishes. It's a little pricey, but the plant-draped natural wood interior is nice, and makes it a romantic spot. Around the corner on Winthrop St. is another newcomer, Caffe Paradiso, a truly yuppie phenomenon with its gleaming espresso and cappucino machinery. Check this place out for pasta and some sinful pastries and tarts...
Soon, Park said, his wife would go to school to train in interior decorating and he would go to study English and broaden his knowledge in liberal arts. And, oh yes, he nearly forgot: after Korean cars are introduced on the West Coast this fall, he intends to open a repair and parts shop...
...nortenos on the other hand, are often viewed by interior Mexicans as having sold out their country by acquiring American habits. Some Mexican Americans also feel this friction. George Uribe, 60, was born in Mexico City, has a Mexican wife, but has lived in Nogales since childhood and is now a U.S. citizen. An executive in a large vegetable-distribution company, he concedes that "people in Mexico City tell me I'm a traitor. They say, 'Think of your patria (country).' " Says Uribe: "My patria, hell. I don't want to starve. I want to make a decent living...