As it happens, there is a fancy food show going on right now in New York. But there is a big problem with the fancy food show. The most fancy food of all is not there. Fortunately, it is available in grocery stores in the Carolinas for the month of July:
The trend piece in yesterday's DI/DO on bachelor parties focused on nice meals, rather than lap dances is kind of a headscratcher. I have actually been to a bachelor party where there was fancy food and no stripper, but as a piece of reporting, the piece is conceptually and epistemically flawed. The idea that some subset of bachelor parties end without any spray tan rubbing off on anyone's collar is pleasant to comprehend, but does not seem to represent a giant leap forward for our civilization. Also, the epistemology here is sketch, because do you know what? Bros lie about strippers. For instance:
That's fantastic. But unless Achatz locked them all in the restaurant for the night, I'd bet that five minutes after they settled the check, these bros were on their way to the raunchiest strip club in Gary, with twenties tucked under their eyelids, Phish concert or no Phish concert.
Worse still, even in the context of the meal part, the bros manage to sound creepier than your average guy who stops by Legs & Eggs on his way to work:
It may be because for the first time in the storied history of Sifton Soundtracks that The Cod has a song ready to go for a review that has not yet appeared that this week's review is so uninspiring. One imagines that Sifton will opine on Ma Peche soon, but until then, Annisa keeps its two stars. The review itself is fairly straightforward, save for a couple of spots that read like nonqualifiers in a Sifton parody contest:
In all, it sounds like a nice place to have a meal someone else is paying for. Adult, sincere, with vestigial bohemian influences, or at least a GV address. Call it Suzanne Vega, readers' choice. Perhaps we can all be more inspired next week.
The topic of kids in restaurants has come up at the Cod now and again, and the question of camera phones in restaurant got batted around here a while back. At the same time, questions of teenagers in restaurants, and cellphone video games had not come up. Until now. On the Craigie on Main's Facebook page, the following item:
"What can you say? 5-top at Table 23 last nite,
Three grownups enjoying their Tasting Menus and 2 teens playing games
on their phones in a daze. Don't get us started. Sad."
The tasting menu at Craigie requires focus under the best of circumstances -- towards the end of both times I've done the full tasting menu at Craigie, I've felt overwhelmed, not in a Mr. Creosote way, but verging on being intellectually overloaded and aesthetically overstimulated. There is a lot going on in one of these meals. Were I COM chef Tony Maws, I would be frustrated to serve these meals to people who are not paying attention to them.
But if we presume there was some sort of family relationship between the grownups and the teens, how do the grownups allow this to happen? Craigie on Main is a serious, expensive restaurant. Why would parents a) waste money like this b) tolerate this kind of incivility?
Sifton goes offbeat, meaty and Asian, laying a one spot on
Takashi, a Korean style Japanese BBQ place. It reads like a better review than
the star indicates, and Sfton waxes rather lyrical at times:
Cubed raw liver comes to the table as well, a chilled, lumpy
stew dressed with salt and sesame oil. It tastes of lightning storms on the
high plains, of fear and magnificence combined. It is faintly metallic, rich
Is it The Cormac McCarthy Steak House? No, it's Takahi. And the graf qoted above is the last of three opening the review that do nothing but list items of food, in what reads like a deliberate reversal of his usual inclination to moonlight as 21st Century Edith Wharton. (He does end the review with a throwaway George V. Higgins reset, FWIW.) Meaty, offbeat and Asian seemed like a tough combo, until I remembered about Shonen Knife.
Very happy to see that Andre Williams, of The Bacon Fat fame, is getting a piece of the baconmania pie. The advert is cut and pasted below, but I did not know that Zingerman's had a whole bacon book,* or that Andre Williams had written a novel. Culturally literate people will recall that The Bacon Fat is that new kind of jump, where you wind up twice and then end with a bump. Also worth noting that The Bacon Fat is sweeping the South, while Ann Arbor is Big 10 territory. Does this performance suggest that the SEC is preparing to annex the Big Ten?
Tickets $15/person (available online or at the Roadhouse)
The famed R&B musician will join us to play a concert out on the patio at Zingerman’s Roadhouse. Andre topped the charts with his song “Bacon Fat” in 1957 and, at 75, he’s going stronger than ever. He was profiled in Ari’s bookZingerman’s Guide to Better Bacon and is celebrating a new album onBloodshot Records, That’s All I Need, and he has just authored his first novel, Sweets. Join us for this rare Ann Arbor performance by an American music original.
Tickets are available for purchase online or at Zingerman’s Roadhouse.
The crescendo of indifference attending the Cod's Sifton Soundtracks project only affirms a sense that Sam Sifton, the subject of Sifton Soundtracks, sees the Cod as an adversary to match wits with, laying clever traps and misleading clues in an effort to distract this blog from the locating the correct song for each review. This week, Sifton's tactics reach a new low. In deucing Torrisi, Sifton constructs the entire review around Billy Joel's image and lyrics, Sifton effectively ices Sifton Soundtracks, compelling the Gurgling Cod to take a knee and chug a bottle full of swill.*
2) Bacon cupcakes in 2100, zeitgeist-wise, are a little bit like starting a a club that swing dances on Razor scooters in 2005. Combining two things folks are tired of in one thing is an Ugg boot w/ stripper heel as dining concept.
3) Cherry Bomb? The Cod cannot think of a name that offers a firmer guarantee of a staff w/ crazygirl bangs and Sailor Jerry tattoos who discuss upcoming burlesque performances among themselves while you try to order a cup of coffee.
4) In general, the whole enterprise is reminiscent of The Terrible Crossover Fanfiction Idea Generator:
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Charlie's Angels and Sesame Street.
The story should use a haunted house as a plot device!
Is it possible that the "Walk This Way"-era Run DMC logo resets* have lost their flavor on the bedpost overnight?
Signs point to yes. On the other hand, it may be that I am mad did not get around to making my MTAOFC/Experimental Jetset tee before J-Pow ate the JC brand and crapped it out in the shape of Meryl Streep. Tip of the fin to Addison, via DFB.
*If you love logo resets, spend more time hanging around a college campus with a big Greek population. Still trying to process the Chi Omega as Metallica tees of a few years ago, not to mention The Notorious KKG.