Description
Traditions isn't in a pretty part of Tustin. The building it now occupies
was abandoned by Roderick's-the kind of nightclub-cum-restaurant that looked
best in the dark. In the harsh light of day, the place reeked of urban
blight, weather-worn and tired. The standalone structure, flanked by a gas
station, is dusty and adrift on the hot asphalt parking lot of a near
treeless mini-mall. But the minute you walk through its doors, you enter a dimly-lit sanctuary decorated with peacock feathers and cooled by a
hard-working A/C system. Also in the air: the syncopated rhythms of Indian
drums and the bold aromas of what could only be Indian curries, bubbly
breads, and char-singed tandoor meats.
