Cafe Reviews

"I Am Not a Cook!"

Nixon's, 2501 East Camelback (Shops at the Esplanade), Phoenix, 852-0900. Hours: Lunch and Dinner, Monday through Saturday, 11 a.m. to 1 a.m.; Dinner, Sunday, 4 to 11 p.m.

A grateful nation remembers its first president as the "Father of Our Country." He's famous for saying, "I cannot tell a lie."

Americans remember their 16th president as the "Great Emancipator," the man who saved the Union and freed the slaves. He's famous for saying the government must be "of the people, by the people and for the people."

The country remembers the 37th president as "Tricky Dick." He's famous for saying, "I am not a crook."

On February 15, we celebrated Presidents' Day, a few days before George Washington's birthday, a few days after Abraham Lincoln's birthday. The leadership, principles and integrity of these two giants once inspired us.

Nobody, however, is opening up a restaurant these days and calling it "Washington's" or "Lincoln's." That's because, in our postmodern, disengaged, wryly ironic, dumbed-down, cynical fin de siecle age, the two men are so, well, yesterday. It's 1999, and who needs heroes to instruct us anymore? It's so much more entertaining to follow the lives of celebrities.

Let's face it: We're living in an upside down, inside out, image-is-everything world. It's a world where "personality" has replaced "character," self-esteem is prized over actual achievement and the concept of shame has disappeared entirely. Once upon a time, schools, cultural centers and even cities proudly named themselves after Washington and Lincoln. The way things are going, though, in 20 years, my grandchildren could be living in a small Arizona community, renamed Jerry Springerville. They'll be attending Latrell Sprewell High School where, no doubt, Linda Tripp's moving memoir, How Come Nobody Wants to Be My Friend?, will be required reading.

I guess if you're going to name a restaurant after a dead politician in these decadent, premillennial days, Nixon's the one. This place aims to attract the good-time crowd, most of whose formative period spanned the years of Reagan's senility, Bush's inanity and Clinton's infidelity. To them, Nixon probably seems cool, in a dark, Darth Vader sort of way.

And I understand the appeal: Unlike our last three presidents, Nixon wasn't stupid, inept or publicly horny. He had the good sense not to commemorate the Nazi war dead, he didn't throw up on Japan's prime minister and he didn't unzip his fly in the Oval Office.

Instead, he prolonged the war in Vietnam, kept an enemies list, railed against Jews and minorities, directed illegal break-ins, obstructed justice, used the IRS and CIA for criminal ends, and subverted the Constitution. So why not open a hip new restaurant and watering hole, set it in the trendy Esplanade at 24th Street and Camelback, and call it Nixon's?

Hey, if it catches on, maybe we can look forward to a new industry concept--restaurants themed around notorious rulers who ran their countries into the ground. I can see it now: a before-movie bite at Pol Pot's (Khmer Rouge jacket, $265), dinner at Papa Doc's (try the voodoo chicken), and a post-Suns-game beer at Saddam Hussein's (motto: "This Scud's for you").

I suppose I might have gotten more into the lighthearted spirit of the place if the food had been better. But Nixon's has played us a dirty trick. For the most part, the kitchen dishes out the kind of fare that only a Young Republican could love.

Just about everyone, however, should love the way the two-story Nixon's looks. A mural over the downstairs bar recalls the famous painting "Washington Crossing the Delaware." But instead of the general at the helm, ski-nosed Richard Nixon is in command. The troops on board are also gone, replaced by ex-presidents, their first ladies, Colin Powell and Henry Kissinger. Quotations, famous and infamous, are inscribed on the walls: "Extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice" (Barry Goldwater); "Man's ego is the fountainhead of all human progress" (Ayn Rand); "It depends what the meaning of 'is' is" (Bill Clinton). Vintage newspaper front pages and magazine covers recall the good old days of the Nixon era: the Kent State shootings; LBJ's decision to step down; Nixon's resignation. In the men's rest room, meanwhile, the urinal is tastefully decorated with decals of Castro and Charlie Manson. The women's toilets are decorated with stickers of Saddam and OJ.

Upstairs, the lights are dim, and the sturdy wooden booths are adorned with old-fashioned coat hooks. You can almost imagine that you're in the back room of a D.C. bar, plotting with E. Howard Hunt and G. Gordon Liddy to break into the offices of the Democratic National Committee at the Watergate complex. The music system, pumping out the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack and the pounding disco rhythms of "A Fifth of Beethoven" and "Night on Bald Mountain," adds to the 1970s verisimilitude.

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Howard Seftel