We have reviewed two previous entries, the last vestiges of rural and peasant commune of La Florida, in the eastern section of the street Rojas Magallanes, the whereabouts 18: the House of Adobes located at the corner of Avenida La Florida and the remains of giant eucalyptus trees that were above this road, where is now the Plaza de la Villa Rojas Magallanes. A
those remote days, was born an old inn in the sector folk then higher as the end of this eastern section Rojas Magallanes Avenue, almost on the shore of San Carlos Canal Street after the current Santa Victoria amid the same wild and insecure land dominated by the strongest of the local fauna and earn more reckless.
Territory of mussels huasos field and armed drunken parronero whip and knife, we would say, but today will not appear.
not clear when we got up the room: some say a hundred years ago, when it would have enabled the trails along the canal, and other residents believe it was in the fifties, after the land loteados Councillor who had belonged to Mario and his wife Marta Zañartu Undurraga, whose house is now occupied by Mountain College Quincentenary headquarters, located right in front of the place of the inn. In this old house Zañartu, incidentally, signed the decree creating the Municipality Florida, in 1890, after the creation of the commune.
Strategically located at the last of huasos and riders going to or coming from the bush Media Luna is still conducted in Florida, along the canal, the local bricks, tiles and logs to the bands of horses of the visitors, began to become very attractive in the second half of the century, arriving there some residents of the environment, the pawns of the estates and workers in the surrounding fields, all huasos accustomed to the hard life insurance and also to fight barehanded.
The owner of the inn, known as The Licho , converted into a quaint local inn that remained open all year, with cuisine and offer tremendous amounts of alcohol to diners: chicha, Pipeño, wine, etc. . With time came the beer and other alternatives to partying.
Huge pipes, pots and ornaments typically rustic decorating inside the room, where everything was old, almost anachronistic. For music, often played folk circuit artists almost unknown to the official culture of the masses, and one other teacher to sweeten the atmosphere cuequero dispelling bad energy prosecuted. A small but prolific grapevine under the eaves often served as a railing for drunk and, if not, tipping bodies they were already KO.
Licho The local turned her into a sort of chingana all periods of Fiestas Patrias. It was a time when strangers were relatively more welcome than in the rest of the year, since the inn was filled with all the dregs of society down: mussels, laborers, prostitutes, transvestites and even beggars. But alcohol always hovered in these boundaries did his part, and the quarrel would soon reappear, as in the worst moments of our colonial life or Republican.
Anyway, then, the ranch ended up being the scene of huge fights those days in September, therefore, and one of them almost come stabbed my friends John and the Guaton , but for the extraordinary pair of good fighters that both could be in those years and enabled them to contain a mass of assailants escaped after jumping fences, to a stockpile of gravel from a nearby owner, after a hellish night of persecution. I remember how a few days of this experience, we published a poster making mockery of his adventure, with caricatures of both involved as actors in an imaginary movie entitled "Two fists against the Licho Fonda" , to paraphrase the film "Two fists River" of Terence Hill and Bud Spencer.
Unable to feel discouraged by these dangers, John returned to visit the restaurant several times. And it would, again, history between the farmhands who do not know and then sought to test its fighting capabilities in these cold rooms and chipped bricks. One way that some of the most obnoxious customers had to bring the fights, was stepping on the foot of a visitor as he looked defiant in the face, or accidental collisions by simulating past their doors or hallways. Unfortunately for them they were wrong every time they tried to do similar experiments with a fighter almost vernacular, as was John, bred and raised in the same harsh environment.
Over time, the completed developments to bring the gospel to those landscapes brave and the bad reputation of the inn and its surroundings are left with the foxes, snakes, Chile and the swallows were also run on that side of town, with the appearance of neighborhoods. Currently, the San Carlos Canal Street is outlined by Sanchez Fontecilla, from which extend the new villas on the grounds of the old vineyards. The landscape is, therefore, unrecognizable from what we saw in those years the domain of ferocity.
The Licho died in the nineties, as calculated, leaving the premises to his daughter Bernadette, a friendly little lady who, in general, was quite respected by residents and outsiders who ventured there.
then appeared on its facade a sign bearing the name of "Restorant the Quetal" (Did he ever call you? Never knew), and became an infinitely more welcoming and pleasant, although decoration and appearance did not change substantially. Back, in the courtyards, rose awnings extending the activity and the local outlets.
Nevertheless, the restaurant continued to attract the public and also popular classic fights of his bar, but now sporadic.
seemed that this new stage would give the inn a new and radiant life impulse, ensuring survival over time. His parishioners spoke even postulated as a place of historic preservation, and it was not unreasonable for those who knew the old enclosure and picturesque scenes taking place inside. He also became a site for performances achieved newer artists to do live shows there, just a bit lacking for a definitive end.
By November 2009, the place suddenly closed its doors. They say it was the death of the owner, but we could not confirm for sure this information. Its wooden fences themselves were disarmed, the typical dried grapevine and its hinges squeaky wood door sounded again.
Today, the inn is abandoned and awaiting the arrival of the picks that will seal his fate, as it has projected the construction of modern commercial premises throughout this corner and that will serve the large residential there ready in the former vineyards.
This time, the dreaded catering only for the brave, be delivered to an end without being able to fight, leaving the abstract of memory this last vestige of the more remote rural past Rojas Magallanes Street of the common folk Florida.
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