Clipped From Tucson Daily Citizen
-^EDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 1977 T U C S O N D A *"'. i-'l ft r-i --Â·,, f t Pitstop on the plains Travelers find Nicksville is a great place to visit Citizen photo by left Smith Nicksville: The gross is still greener for the Oriental gourmet Jii Â·Â· I Â·I 'Â·-.i --Â·* '' ,* By JEFF SMITH Citizen Staff Writer NICKSVILLE -- It isn't ; ' every man who has his !., own ville. Likewise it isn't every viile that has its own Mongolian barbecue. But Nick Gregovitch has his Nicksville and Nicksville has Yong's Oriental Steak House and Yong's has Mongolian barbecue, Korean beef and other culinary exotica you'd not expect to find around here. The fame of Nicksville hasn't spread much be' yond the lower San Pedro River valley it overlooks. Â« Yet Nicksville has had ; a day or two in the sun, ' and several more in the ', rain, which brought na: tional attention to the v place some 30 years ago, ^via a Life Magazine arti- fcle by Tucsonian Cliff : Abbott. It seems old Nick, whose concern has always been to see to the innermost needs of his friends and neighbors ^ (customers), took a smal! airplane in payment of a bad debt. At the time, Nicksville was in 'the midst of an extended dry spell, and the ranchers, Nick among them, were not enjoying the drought. Luck visited Nick in the form of another magazine article, describing how scientists had seeded clouds with dry ice and made the rain fall. Nick had the aforementioned aeroplane, and an ice cream freezer full of dry-ice, so he took to the air -- so the Life article says -- and tossed hands- ful into the clouds above his ranch. The ensuing storm nearly crashed his plane, and Nick landed in the middle of a five-inch snowfall. The idea caught on, and neighboring ranchers kept Nick in dry-ice and gas for his aiirplane. By Au- N Palominas Arizona, U.S^A. Sanura, Mexico gust, it was said you could drive the 12 miles south from Fry and notice an appreciably deeper green to the grass around Nicksville. You can drive down to Nicksville today and see that Nick is out of the weather business. (He's g e t t i n g advanced in years, his wife says.) The grass everywhere is a uniform beige. But Nick and his wife still are seeing to their neighbors' needs. Today it's chainsaws, cold beer, gasoline and a game of .pool. The bar and store, which has been here since Nick settled the spot, is the sort of first-name place where conversation is thin because the bartender knows her patrons' drinking habits, gets them set-up without question, and has the necessary six- pack bagged and ready to go as soon as so-and-so had downed his customary number of drafts. It's a quiet and utterly relaxed place, obviously the center of activity and information for the 200 or so families who live nearby. The bulletin board advertises their used cars for sale, babysitting services, puppies and kittens to give away, pump and windmill repair services. Meanwhile there's Yong's, a couple doors down, and that Mongolian barbecue. About that Mongolian barbecue: Don't drop in at dinner time expecting to get any. The Mongolian speciality requires six hours' notice for preparation, so call ahead. You might try the Korean beef,' which also is a specialty, but don't ask for it any time but Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday. Otherwise it's not served. Or you could sample the tempura -weekends only. On the other hand there's the Oriental steak and the shrimp Polynesian, that are available every night of the week but Sunday. Yong's isn't open on Sunday.