Rate-A-Restaurant, #163 in a series

Restaurant: Newcomb’s Ranch

Location: Angeles Crest Highway (Highway 2), approx. 27 miles north of La Canada Flintridge.

Type of restaurant: American

They stipulated: Newcomb’s is known as a popular stop for motorcyclists (who thrill at speeding up the curvy mountains), but is completely family-friendly as well.

We stipulated: As you probably read in an earlier Franklin Avenue post, we headed back up the mountain for another afternoon of snow play. This time, we brought along Maria’s brother and his family (including 2 young kids). We had just started to play in the snow when a cranky Blogger Toddler informed us that he was hungry. Newcomb’s Ranch is the only restaurant up in the region, so we decided to check it out.

What we ordered: Seared Ahi Tuna sandwich (above) for Mike ($11.95); Hard shell beef taco appetizer (below) for Maria ($6.95); kid’s chicken tender meal for Evan ($5.95)

High point: We weren’t sure what to expect when we walked in the door, and were pleasantly surprised. Meanwhile, I was pleasantly surprised by the ahi sandwich — again, I was worried (soon after I ordered, I kicked myself — how fresh could it be? Who else would order an ahi sandwich up there?! But I did — and it was nice, seared but perfectly raw in places.

Low point: Maria reports that the tacos were bland, and not that tasty.

Overall impression: Like I wrote earlier, it’s a classier, more comforting setting that we imagined it would be. Plus, new chef Gary Foose has put together an interesting menu — particularly for a restaurant that’s 27 miles away from civilization.

Chance we will go back: Yes, and I see that Dallas Raines is forecasting rain this weekend — and snow above 4000 feet; so who knows, maybe we’ll be hitting the mountains again in a few weeks after all. Snow, anyone?

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Last Call for Snow

It may be 80 degrees down in the Valley, but up above in the Angeles National Forest, there’s still snow… for now. Given these temps, I can’t imagine it will be around much longer.

That’s why you oughta drive up there in the next few days. If you want to get in some sledding or a good snowball fight, act now, before winter is officially history.

We got quite a bit of reaction from our last visit up into the mountains a few weeks ago. When I tell people of how we “drove up to the snow,” and suggest they do the same, everyone assumes we were talking about Big Bear.

Too far, and too much traffic, they said.

Exactly. That’s why you should be heading up the Angeles Crest Highway — also known as the 2 — instead. From our home in Glendale to the snow, it’s about a 45 minute drive. That’s it.

On Saturday, we recruited a few family members — including two of Evan’s cousins — to once again hit the snow. After lunch at Newcomb’s Ranch (the only restaurant up there; review to come), we still found huge hillsides full of snow.

A lot of snow has definitely disappeared since our last visit; but seeing how it was several feet in places back then, there’s still plenty to go around.

This time, we came prepared: Container tops that doubled as sleds. Ski pants. Gloves. It may be 60 degrees up there, but the snow itself is still cold.

A few tips, if you’re gonna head up there in the next few days:

– It’s warm up there right now, so light jackets are fine. Perhaps ski pants and gloves, since you’ll still be playing in the snow. Bring snow toys, such as a sled. And your camera, to send shots of you frolicking in the snow under 70 degree temps for your unbelieving friends and family.

– Fill the tank and bring a few snacks. You’re driving into the forest, and there are no gas stations or stores, save the Newcomb’s Ranch restaurant.

– From L.A., take the 2 freeway north to the 210 east. Get off on the first exit, the one that reads “Angeles Crest Highway.” Take a left on to the Angeles Crest — and that’s it. You’ll be driving straight up into the mountains. Once you pass La Canada Flintridge into the mountains, it’s a curvy drive the entire way.

– Purchase a $5 parking pass at the ranger station you encounter about 20 minutes in; this is at the one fork in the road, where you have an option to drive to Palmdale. (Don’t drive to Palmdale.) The pass allows you to park anywhere in the Angeles National Forest. Also, for peace of mind, ask the ranger if there’s snow up above.

– Keep driving, even as you start to see snow on the ground. For the ultimate experience, you want to drive above 7,000 feet, where the snow (at this moment, at least) remains plentiful. How will you know you’ve made it? Once you pass the Mt. Waterman ski resort, which is still bustling with snow play. At that point, keep your eyes peeled for relatively flat breaks in the hills, and parking on the side of the road. Yes, this is D.I.Y. snow play.

– Marvel at how you left your house at noon, drove up to the mountain and spent an hour in the snow, and were still back home by 3.

To The Snow and Back In Three Hours Or Less

Somewhere inside the Angeles National Forest

Here’s another reason why I love Los Angeles: On a lark, we decided this morning that we wanted to play in the snow. (Er, that Blogger Toddler wanted to play in the snow.) Just 45 minutes after leaving our house, we were doing just that.

It’s one of those weird, wonderful things that makes living here so great. In the total time span of just over three hours, we had a snow-filled road trip that actually felt light years away from the metropolis on the other side of those mountains. It takes longer to get to Disneyland than it does the snow. Hell, it takes longer to get to Brentwood. And, strangely enough, it would have taken just as long to get to the beach.

Angeles National Forest info -- here's where you buy the $5 usage pass

Our field trip was inspired by Sunday’s Los Angeles Times. The paper covered the reopening of the small Mt. Waterman ski resort this weekend, and the allure of snow so close by was too great to pass up.

So we headed up the Angeles Crest Highway (the 2), north of La Canada Flintridge, as the road turns twisty and the views turn breathtaking. The city is quickly left behind, as you make your way up into the Angeles National Forest.

About half an hour in, when the highway forks (stay on the 2; the other prong heads to Palmdale), you hit the information building at Clear Creek. Hand over your $5 for an “Adventure Pass,” which allows you to park in the National Forest.

Angeles Crest Highway

As we made our way up in elevation, patches of dirty snow started to appear. Blogger Toddler couldn’t contain his excitement. “STOP. NOW.” We tried to explain to him how the snow would get even better higher up, but that kind of reasoning is lost on a toddler who sees snow and doesn’t understand why we wouldn’t stop immediately to play with it.

The snow started getting impressive at around 6,000 feet. The ranger at the information building noted that much of the Angeles Crest had been closed until recently because of the massive snows.

Mt. Waterman

We finally passed by the Mt. Waterman ski area (above; even smaller than I expected, but we didn’t obviously go to the top), and about a mile down the road found a parking spot near a nice patch of snow.

Evan provides the snowman with some assistance

The snow was mostly the consistency of a snocone. Perfect for building snowmen — we saw several alongside the highway. Also perfect for snow ball fights, though just icy enough that such a battle could turn dangerous quickly.

It was at least 60 degrees out, with the sun shining strong — leading to the bizarre juxstaposition of freezing cold snow and ice on our hands and feet, yet a warm sun causing us to sweat with our jackets on.

Taking advantage of flat ground

But even with the sun, I wouldn’t worry about losing the snow just yet: As we can attest, the snow in the area is nearly a foot deep. (Notice the Stop sign in the photo above — yes, that’s snow piled all the way up to the actual sign!) According to the LAT story, the Mt. Waterman resort faces north, which means less direct sunlight.

Evan and Maria in the snow

So our trip was impromptu enough that beyond bringing gloves and a hat for Evan, we came ill-prepared. So gloves for Maria and me. No sled-like contraption to glide down the hills (we improvised with a flat vinyl organizer — the kind with a pocket that you put under a car seat, to store baby stuff). And no change of clothes to remove the inevitably soaking wet pants, socks and shoes you’re wearing.

But whatever. That’s the fun of impromptu quickie road trips.

Other than a pair of hikers who passed by us at one point, we were the only people in the particular stretch of hill and valley where we enjoyed the snow. Talk about a nice contrast to those busy snow resorts up around Big Bear (and elsewhere). Not only is the stretch of snow-covered Angeles Crest close by, but it’s not a crazy scene.

I was kinda worried that the LA Times article might trigger a rush of people up into the mountains (like us), but it wasn’t the case. It was a holiday, for Pete’s sake, and yet Angeles Crest was empty for most of our drive — there was never a problem with the two-lane highway in terms of traffic.

Not a bad view for miles

I was a tad disappointed that, because Blogger Toddler fell asleep on the drive back, we decided to take a pass on Newcomb’s Ranch — the only restaurant on Angeles Crest (below). We’ll hit it next time. (Seriously, we’re already plotting a return trip next weekend — gotta get more snow time in before winter’s over.)

Newcomb's Ranch

There you go — if you’ve ever wondered if that old L.A. cliche, “Ski in the morning, surf in the afternoon,” could actually work, here’s proof. We ultimately spent about three hours from the time we left our house to the time we got back — leaving us plenty of time to do other things. Like surf, if I knew how.

To The Snow and Back In Three Hours Or Less

Somewhere inside the Angeles National Forest

Here’s another reason why I love Los Angeles: On a lark, we decided this morning that we wanted to play in the snow. (Er, that Blogger Toddler wanted to play in the snow.) Just 45 minutes after leaving our house, we were doing just that.

It’s one of those weird, wonderful things that makes living here so great. In the total time span of just over three hours, we had a snow-filled road trip that actually felt light years away from the metropolis on the other side of those mountains. It takes longer to get to Disneyland than it does the snow. Hell, it takes longer to get to Brentwood. And, strangely enough, it would have taken just as long to get to the beach.

Angeles National Forest info -- here's where you buy the $5 usage pass

Our field trip was inspired by Sunday’s Los Angeles Times. The paper covered the reopening of the small Mt. Waterman ski resort this weekend, and the allure of snow so close by was too great to pass up.

So we headed up the Angeles Crest Highway (the 2), north of La Canada Flintridge, as the road turns twisty and the views turn breathtaking. The city is quickly left behind, as you make your way up into the Angeles National Forest.

About half an hour in, when the highway forks (stay on the 2; the other prong heads to Palmdale), you hit the information building at Clear Creek. Hand over your $5 for an “Adventure Pass,” which allows you to park in the National Forest.

Angeles Crest Highway

As we made our way up in elevation, patches of dirty snow started to appear. Blogger Toddler couldn’t contain his excitement. “STOP. NOW.” We tried to explain to him how the snow would get even better higher up, but that kind of reasoning is lost on a toddler who sees snow and doesn’t understand why we wouldn’t stop immediately to play with it.

The snow started getting impressive at around 6,000 feet. The ranger at the information building noted that much of the Angeles Crest had been closed until recently because of the massive snows.

Mt. Waterman

We finally passed by the Mt. Waterman ski area (above; even smaller than I expected, but we didn’t obviously go to the top), and about a mile down the road found a parking spot near a nice patch of snow.

Evan provides the snowman with some assistance

The snow was mostly the consistency of a snocone. Perfect for building snowmen — we saw several alongside the highway. Also perfect for snow ball fights, though just icy enough that such a battle could turn dangerous quickly.

It was at least 60 degrees out, with the sun shining strong — leading to the bizarre juxstaposition of freezing cold snow and ice on our hands and feet, yet a warm sun causing us to sweat with our jackets on.

Taking advantage of flat ground

But even with the sun, I wouldn’t worry about losing the snow just yet: As we can attest, the snow in the area is nearly a foot deep. (Notice the Stop sign in the photo above — yes, that’s snow piled all the way up to the actual sign!) According to the LAT story, the Mt. Waterman resort faces north, which means less direct sunlight.

Evan and Maria in the snow

So our trip was impromptu enough that beyond bringing gloves and a hat for Evan, we came ill-prepared. So gloves for Maria and me. No sled-like contraption to glide down the hills (we improvised with a flat vinyl organizer — the kind with a pocket that you put under a car seat, to store baby stuff). And no change of clothes to remove the inevitably soaking wet pants, socks and shoes you’re wearing.

But whatever. That’s the fun of impromptu quickie road trips.

Other than a pair of hikers who passed by us at one point, we were the only people in the particular stretch of hill and valley where we enjoyed the snow. Talk about a nice contrast to those busy snow resorts up around Big Bear (and elsewhere). Not only is the stretch of snow-covered Angeles Crest close by, but it’s not a crazy scene.

I was kinda worried that the LA Times article might trigger a rush of people up into the mountains (like us), but it wasn’t the case. It was a holiday, for Pete’s sake, and yet Angeles Crest was empty for most of our drive — there was never a problem with the two-lane highway in terms of traffic.

Not a bad view for miles

I was a tad disappointed that, because Blogger Toddler fell asleep on the drive back, we decided to take a pass on Newcomb’s Ranch — the only restaurant on Angeles Crest (below). We’ll hit it next time. (Seriously, we’re already plotting a return trip next weekend — gotta get more snow time in before winter’s over.)

Newcomb's Ranch

There you go — if you’ve ever wondered if that old L.A. cliche, “Ski in the morning, surf in the afternoon,” could actually work, here’s proof. We ultimately spent about three hours from the time we left our house to the time we got back — leaving us plenty of time to do other things. Like surf, if I knew how.