surly furious: had to sit this week out, as this is only served via keg in this part of the world. the only thing i can imagine drinking an entire keg of is cherry nyquil. so this is actually a nonreview.
FOOD EATEN IN PUBLIC
lake avenue cafe: i've not been here since my first birthday in duluth, when -- because of the limited items on the menu -- i had eggplant parmesean. i learned on my 26th birthday that i'm not into eggplant parmesean. this time i had falafel. chuck had puttanesca. we shared the best tiramisu i've ever eaten half of.
anchor bar: olive burger. even two hours after this was removed from the grill, it still had subtle reminders that it probably would have tasted good if i'd eaten it in a timely fashion. on this visit, the cook refused to make french fries. this may have been for the best.
chester creek cafe: a-gain? uh-huh. fannie and i had sunday brunch. i had mary anne's egg thing. let's just say it is pretty hard to eff up scrambled eggs with cheese and a toasted english muffin. and they didn't. and they threw pomegranate into what could have been a pretty beige collection of mixed fruit. kudos!
tempeh reuben: i'm on an ongoing quest to find a best tempeh reuben that i can possibly get into my face. the one in the deli at whole foods falls somewhere between the standard of excellence served at the new scenic cafe, and the one i made on my crusty old stove. [other ongoing quests include finding my favorite muffaletta].
FOOD MADE BY ME
irish oatmeal: we're still working through that issue of vegetarian times. this oatmeal takes four hours to congeal and eventually tastes like oatmeal that takes 1 minute, 35 seconds in the microwave. but this makes the apartment smell more like food, less like plastic. and the dried cherries plump up, and are a nice surprise every three bites.
valley girl (1983): this movie sparked a love affair with nic cage that stayed strong just past "gone in 60 seconds" when my feelings were quickly derailed by a purely heterosexual fascination with angelina jolie. now doubling back to valley girl, i see that this movie doesn't star nic cage as much as it stars his neatly trimmed falcon-shapped swath of chest hair. this movie's life lesson: if a girl breaks up with you to re-date the hoity toity boy from her high school, stalk her 'til she loves you back.
purple rain (1984): this movie follows a pornographic template for movie-making, with music playing the role of porn. 10 minutes of plot, 101 minutes of music -- the perfect ratio. i'm trying to remember: was prince considered sexy in 1984?
MOVIES IN NO WAY RELATED TO MOVIE PROJECT
"cloverfield": a movie filled with people who need to reassess their priorities -- namely the survival instinct -- and tendancy to herd around a deeply flawed, possibly concussioned leader, all from the eye of a hand held video camera. stars a monster that sounds like he had a helping of my very special chili recipe. to say i loved this movie would only be scratching the surface. not to mention that i kneel at the alter of the church of 78 minute films.
"look at me" by jennifer egan: creepy subplot about online culture that seems inches ahead of its time. after plowing through the first half, i got a little meh about certain subplots. i've already bought 'the gift' -- i'll give her another shot.