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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

The 2nd Annual Merdjanoff Holiday Spectacular!!!

For those of you who couldn't make it last Thursday night, here's a little sample of the particular brand of fun in which we at the Merdjanoff Spectaculars like to indulge...hope you can make it next time!

Thursday, November 4, 2010

SAVE THE DATE for the 2nd Annual Merdjanoff Holiday Spectacular!

Well, it's that time of year again when the days get shorter, the nights get longer and the presents start to pile up under trees and menorahs all around town! Yippeeee!!!!!!!!

Okay, okay, maybe that's slightly premature but the holiday season is JUST around the corner and I for one don't know of any better way to celebrate than coming to the Duplex on Thursday, December 9th at 7 p.m. and throwing back a few while a gang of extremely talented folks put on a SPECTACULAR right before your very eyes!!! Yes siree, that Spectacular of which I speak would be the 2nd Annual Merdjanoff Holiday Spectacular!

So come one, come all for a stellar evening of zany, wacky, pure, unadulterated holiday FUN! Special guests include Jeremy Bohen, Ellora de Carlo, Jon Delfin and many, MANY more!

See you there!

And for those of you who really plan ahead, here's a link for reservations: (How convenient!)

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Get thee to the Village Gate!

I've often been accused of living in the past: to me it will always be Grauman's Chinese Theatre and the 9 train still exists. Along those lines, in my head, the Village Gate still exists! And now, thanks to Kevin Michael Murphy and Caleb Hoyer we can all experience it again...at least on Sunday nights between 10pm and 2am, that is!

So check it out - sing a song or just sit back and enjoy!

Gallery @ Le Poisson Rouge
158 Bleeker Street

See you there!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

I won!

Ah, the life of a performer - often glamorous but mostly really not. Thanks to the Galinsky brothers and the Manhattan Monologue Slam last Saturday night, however, THIS performer feels like a million bucks! Yes, that's right, I won!

Well, okay, a caveat's necessary here: I didn't win the whole thing, I won my division - the 30 second monologue division. But still! Winning Audience Favorite after having been picked from a large group of performers by five industry judges STILL feels pretty kick ass awesome!

So I'd like to thank the Academy, my agent, my...oh, no, wait...that's for farther down the road....

Let me rephrase that: I'd like to thank the judges, the Brothers Galinsky, Amy Ambrosino, my darling husband and, of course, SVETLANA!

It's good to be queen - of the 30 second monologue contestants, that is!

Below is rehearsal footage of my entry - live footage of event to follow soon!

Monday, September 20, 2010

Excuse me?

On my way to the Metropolitan Museum of Art the other day, having just enjoyed a speedy M2 Limited bus ride up Madison Avenue, I decided to grab a little snack before feeding my soul with transcendent artistic treasures. I set my internal GPS towards the ultimate destination of the Dean & Deluca on 85th & Madison, knowing that I would most likely be able to squelch my craving from within their wide variety of offerings.

AH! Cole slaw! I caught sight of it sitting on the shelf in a quarter pound deli container and it called out to me with all it's crisp, mayonnaise-y sweetness. I knew it would be just the perfect thing to tide me over for the next few hours until my 8pm sushi outing. A rather unusual choice, I'm sure, but it just seemed like it would really be the perfect 5 o'clock snack. Since the weather was absolute perfection, I started across 85th street, content to eat my slaw al fresco while in transit.

As I walked, I saw a young man and young woman down the block, conversing in a jovial manner and positioned in such a way that in order to pass them, I have to walk right between them. No matter, for I'm a veteran pedestrian and prepared for any challenge that should come my way on the concrete. As I pass, however, I was certainly NOT prepared for this:

Young Man: Hey, that looks really good (he points to my cole slaw)...where'd you get that!?!

Me: Dean & Deluca, around the corner on 85th street.

Now, the cole slaw was good but did it look good enough to attract cat calls from passersby? Hmmm....

I've come up with two possible motivations for the young man's attraction to the slaw:

1. The girl's family came from a long line of cabbage farmers and he was trying to impress her with his love for all-things cabbage.

2. He, like me, had been looking for that perfect 5 o'clock snack.

I guess we'll never know.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Ms. Lillian Langseth-Christensen, Part III of IV

So the patina of vacation wore off and upon returning we dove back into rehearsals for The Merdjanoff Summer Spectacular! (which, of course, you no doubt saw and by which were no doubt blow away). During the post-show schmooze time, a dear friend handed me a deftly wrapped package that weighed roughly 75 lbs.

"No need to open it now," she informed, "but please know that it's not new."

My curiosity roused, unwrapping it was my first action upon returning home that evening and imagine my surprise when there in my very own lap lay the first edition of Gourmet's Old Vienna Cookbook, a Viennese Memoir by Ms. Lillian Langseth-Christensen! More surprising still was that my friend had no knowledge of my already months old relationship with Ms. Christensen and only knew of my trip to Vienna, nothing more.

In the category of "They Don't Make 'Em Like They Used To", this book, published in 1959, not only contains more than 500 pages of recipes and suggested menus with occasional full-color photographs but also dozens of stories and historical explanations on food and the Viennese way of life, to say nothing of the charming sketches gracing every page.

Thank you, Catherine, for a gift beyond perfection. Thank you, Ms. Lillian Langseth-Christensen for sharing your knowledge. Now, with 500 pages of recipes from which to choose...what shall I make?

To be continued...someday!

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Ah, Eatalia!

Want to take a trip to Italy for the afternoon to grab some lunch? Just go to 23d & 5th!

This weekend I dropped by Eataly, the new Italian food super-store from Bastianich and Batali....



Jealous? I think you are....

Don't worry, there's plenty more where that all came from and, let me tell you, it could take a lifetime to navigate through all their exceptionally delicious offerings. Pace yourself. They'll be around for a while.

We had a formaggi and salumi platter (which was served with figs, honey and candied orange rinds), along with an plate of fresh mozzarella escorted by anchovies and fresh pesto, all accompanied by two glasses of wine and a couple of great Italian beers (we were four people, thank you). The best part, though, didn't arrive until hours later when my delicious husband and his culinarily-inclined friend created two pasta dishes from the Eataly grocery and really transported our tastebuds - first to Bologna and then down to Napoli.

Here's to food, folks and fun - Italian style!

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Ms. Lillian Langseth-Christensen, Part II of IV

I love to eat. And, like many New Yorkers, I love to eat good food. I am fully aware that there is a finite limit to the number of meals I will be able to consume during my lifetime and I do not want to squander any opportunity on a lousy one. Don't try to overwhelm me with fancy-schmancy bells and whistles either! I want good food that tastes good - plain and simple.

Well, I certainly got my fill of it on my recent trip to Vienna - encouraged, of course, by the writings of Ms. Langseth-Christensen - and from wine bars to wurstel stands, here are my "must-have" food experiences:

Plachutta (the "ch" is pronounced as if expunging a spit ball from one's mouth) to sample the Kaiser's favorite dish: tafelspitz (or anything else they have on the menu - it's all succulently delicious)


Wurstel stand am Hoher Markt (hang with all of Vienna from elegantly dressed patrons of the arts to students to ambulance drivers, everybody loves their wurst at any hour of the day)


Julius Meinl, the gourmet superstore, also has a wine bar with extensive offerings from the bountiful countryside around Vienna - yum.

But by far the most special evening was spent Zum Schwarzen Kameel...truly one of the best meals of my life: a Jugendstil dining room, a remarkably warm and knowledgeable staff and, five courses and eight glasses of wine later, a bill that didn't break the bank.


If you happen to be planning a trip to Vienna (and I hope you are!) here are a few helpful links:

Plachutta (watch out - there's music!)
Wurstel Stand am Hoher Markt
Julius Meinl
Zum Schwarzen Kameel

More on Ms. Langseth-Christensen to follow...

Ms. Lillian Langseth-Christensen, Part I of IV

While planning a trip to Vienna this spring, I happened to mention in a casual cocktail conversation that I had been conducting in-depth food research on all things Viennese. My cocktail companion suggested I check into the works of Lillian Langseth-Christensen who wrote for the now-defunct Gourmet magazine during the 50's and 60's and a Google search later that evening lead me to a treasure trove of her works.

It was through Ms. Chirstensen that myself and my traveling party received full explanations on the purpose and origins of the five daily meals of the Viennese (yes, there are really FIVE!). Ms. Christensen gave us full license to indulge in all five every day, in an attempt at a kind of cultural assimilation regardless of our stomachs' desire to participate. We're just living like true Viennese, we'd rationalize, just trying to keep up with social mores. Oh, sheer delight for any gourmand!

For those of you planning a trip to Vienna anytime soon, the full primer on eating like a Viennese can be found here. And for those of you not planning a trip to Vienna in the near future...well, I don't want to tell you how to live your life or anything but I will and you should!

Reasons why will follow in next post...to be continued!

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Christmas in July!

Yes, it's 90 degrees outside. Yes, there are four more months before we hang the mistletoe and light up the Yule logs. But boy, oh boy, it's never the wrong time of year to hear Svetlana sing about her Christmas wishes!

Here's a clip from last year's Merdjanoff Holiday Spectacular filled with general merriment, holiday joy and plenty of Celine! May it fill your hearts with frosted snowflake sparkles!

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

So many scrapbooks....

For those of you who couldn't make it to the Summer Spectacular, here's one of the true highlights - more to come but enjoy this in the meantime:


Happy scrapbookin'!


Sunday, May 30, 2010

Save the date for The Merdjanoff Summer Spectacular!

It's that time of year when we're feeling like celebrating the season and what better way to do so than with a Merdjanoff Spectacular!

So come on down to the Duplex on June 17th at 6:30 p.m. and celebrate the summertime with me and Jeremy and special guest Ellora DeCarlo and more!

Click on the link here for reservations (we have a history of selling out so book while you still can!). And enjoy our beautiful faces on the postcard here:

See you on the 17th!

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Looking for a book to read?

Well, look no further than Colum McCann's Let The Great World Spin. It was given to me as a response to my post about Philippe Petit's great feat in 1974 (thanks, Nic!) and it couldn't be more engrossing. I highly recommend it to everyone - not just New Yorkers!

For a teaser, click here.

Happy reading!

Saturday, March 20, 2010

What could be better than bacon?

CHOCOLATE-covered bacon!

Admittedly that last post was a little, hmmmm, what's the word? Challenging? Hopefully we can manage to un-turn your stomach with this one....

While walking through the Essex Street Market the other day, my culinary partner in crime (a.k.a. my husband) suggested we sample the wares at Roni-Sue; in particular, he had heard rumors about their chocolate-covered bacon. Never one to turn down fried pork fat, I obliged.

And, boy, was I glad I did! And, yes, it's just as advertised: crispy bacon dipped in chocolate. Roni-Sue offers this bacon two ways (milk or dark) and, being the gluttonous individuals that we are, we partook of both only to find that (surprisingly) milk far out-performed dark. The contrast of the sweetness of the milk chocolate with the savory of the bacon catapulted it into the sublime.

So the next time you want to impress your bacon-loving special friend (or, really, any friend for that matter) bring 'em a box of these delectables. You can even order them off the Roni-Sue website - just look for the "Pig Candy"...yep, that sounds about right.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Lamb's face, anyone?

I consider myself an adventurous eater. I'll eat oysters (not truly so adventurous, I know), I'm not shy when it comes to sweetbreads (slightly more adventurous) and I've even been known to eat a tongue every now and then (pretty adventurous, I'd like to think).

So a couple of weeks ago, when my husband and I stepped into the tiny, relatively new location of Xi'an Famous Foods on East Broadway, I thought nothing of ordering Spicy & Tingly Lamb's Face Salad along with our Spicy & Sour Hand-Pulled Soup Noodles, Stewed Pork Burger and Savory Cumin Lamb Burger. Admittedly, I was slightly taken aback by Jeremy's confident ordering of said Lamb's Face Salad, but he assured me it came recommended by the trusted New York Times food critic, Sam Sifton.

The burgers were ready first. They were tasty and, being hungry, we ate them down to the paper. The salad was passed over the counter and, when we placed it down on the counter in front of us, I must say that my first reaction was one of true excitement and anticipation: it looked fresh and crisp; a welcome contrast to the remnants of stewed pork meat still lingering on my palate.

Mmmm, cucumbers! Mmmm, cumin! Mmmm....huh?

We both noticed them at the same time. Are those what I THINK those are? Yes....yes....yes, indeed....teeth. Little tiny teeth. Little tiny teeth that had clearly been extracted from the mouth of this lamb all in one piece - roots still intact - kind of like mini, extremely complete dentures.

I know what you're thinking: what did you expect when you ordered lamb's face, Tara? Well, yes, you're right, but in my own defense I must say that I really was not expecting the inedible bits would be included along with the edible ones.

As we ate our noodle dish, the lamb's teeth still commanded our attention. It seemed to me that the folks at Xi'an were simply reminding us that the food on our plate came from a mammal and that mammal had teeth that it used to eat food (irony, yes) until we decided to eat it. Clearly we need to get back to the farm.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Svetlana Loves America!


For all those readers who love America as much as Svetlana does - just click the play button and let the party begin!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

The Merdjanoff Experience...a preview

Just click the play button below then sit back, relax and enjoy!


Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Say it ain't so, Duane Reade!!!

Excuse me, Duane Reade, did I hear that right?!?!?! Did someone say Walgreen's is buying you?!?!?! Does this mean that I'm going to wake up one morning in the not-too-distant future and all my lovely little Duane Reade stores are going to have turned into
WALGREEN'Ses...es?!?!?!!? THERE ISN'T EVEN A PROPER PLURAL OF "WALGREEN'S"!!!

Deep breath. One more. Better. Well, sort of.

I love you, Duane Reade stores, plain and simple. When I walk inside one of your 257 locations in the five boroughs, I feel not only completely certain that I'm going to be able to purchase everything I need, but really kind of special because I know that only NEW YORKERS can shop in your hallowed aisles. Why, just today I said to my cubicle-mate that YOU are my preferred drugstore!

Even worse, did you know, Duane Reade, that out of all the 24-hour drugstores in Manhattan (and there are 46 of them), only SEVEN are NOT Duane Reades?!?!?! Sure, we're "the city that never sleeps" but now we're really not going to be gettin' any shut-eye knowing that if we need some very specific item that cannot be found at a corner bodega there will only be SEVEN places on this island that we can go!

Oh, yes, Duane Reade, I'm sad. You can tell, can't you? Sad. Very sad. But something inside of me knew that this would happen one day. Your rapid expansion over the past ten years made me not only very excited to see you every time I rounded a corner and rather surprised to find two of you right next to each other on occasion, but also, frankly, a little nervous for your future. Now that future has come to us all.

Oh, dear, sweet Duane Reade, how I'll miss you. My only solace is that this transition will take upwards of a year. But after a lifetime of living with the security that only you can provide, that day will ultimately come too soon.

Yours truly now and forever,

Tara

Friday, February 19, 2010

Put down the floss and step away from that electronic toothbrush!

Well, folks, the inevitable has happened: Cleanest Mouth read my post from January 30th and promptly notified me that I pretty much had everything backwards. So in an effort to set the record straight, here are the steps in their proper order with links to the proper products sanctioned by Cleanest Mouth himself. Apologies to those of you who have already made purchases. Unfortunately we here at The Merdjanoff Report do not have room in the budget for any exchanges or refunds you might need to make. We can only offer our sincere promise that future teeth-related reports will be more accurate. Here's to clean mouths:


Step 2: Flossing with Oral B's Ultra Floss (NOT Super as previously reported)

Step 3: Rinse with homemade mouth wash (please note adjusted recipe):

1 capful hydrogen peroxide
2 teaspoons baking soda
fill with filtered water
two tbsps salt
shake well

Step 4: NOW comes the tongue scraping with Cleanest Mouth-sanctioned scraper

Step 5: brushing with manual toothbrush with baking soda (NB: only as needed in particular cases)

May all your mouths be cleanest mouths!



Thursday, February 18, 2010

Open Letter to Sam Sifton of the Times

Dear Mr. Sifton,

After reading your review of Motorino this Wednesday in which you boldly declare that it serves "the city's best pizza", I'd like to give you a little advice:

I don't know where exactly you come from, Mr. Sifton, but where I come from (97th Street, that is) making a declaration about pizza can get you into some pretty hot water. When going down that road, you'd better make sure you've covered every centimeter along the way, left no pizza stone unturned and, by golly, you'd better be ready to defend your statement with charts, graphs and stats. I for one question whether you have done so and why, if you have, your article does not reflect your research.

It took me 30 years to be able to even slightly entertain the notion that I might have formulated an informed-enough opinion to make a declaration along the lines of your brazen assertion. And, even backed by my research, I am fully aware that there are two dominant styles of pizza-making in this city so when someone seeks my opinion on where they should go to sample the city's best, the first question I ask is whether they would prefer authentic, Italian-style pizza or a Real New York Slice (I'm afraid your article makes no such distinction).

A word to the wise, Mr. Sifton: tread lightly when it comes to this town and its pizza, for few things are more precious to us than our intimate relations with that crisp but melted slice of magic.

Sincerely,

Tara Merdjanoff

p.s. It's Joe's for a Real New York Slice and Mezzaluna on Houston Street for authentic, Italian-style (and by authentic I mean a real Napolitan's working that oven).

p.p.s. If what I've just read in your Wikipedia entry is true and you did actually grow up close by, then shame on you. You should know better.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Taxi to Bangladesh

If there's one thing I love about NYC, it's taxis. My love affair began when I was four years old and first raised my arm in that now-familiar gesture on the corner of 97th & Columbus. My mother promptly informed me that, no, we would be taking the bus. I thought surely she was joking but, much to my dismay, she wasn't. And thus my captivation began.

Perhaps partially in an attempt to rationalize a cab ride (when I could no doubt just as easily take a bus), I generally like to think of a Manhattan taxi ride as an opportunity to learn something new about countries I've never had occasion to visit, mostly by schmoozing with the driver. Call me an old lady - it's okay, you won't be the first.

The other day I had a very pleasant ride with a driver from Bangladesh who had picked some rather charming tunes as the soundtrack for our afternoon excursion. I complimented him on his music choice and he was visibly tickled - the passenger just before me had ALSO enjoyed the music! I inquired as to the name of the artist and was told his name was "Habib" and that I could look him up on YouTube - so I did!

Habib Wahid (better known just as "Habib", kind of like Cher) is a young Bangladeshi composer and musician who mixes traditional Bengali folk music with contemporary techno. Habib is a second-generation performer: his dad, Ferdous Wahid, was a Bengali pop singer in the '70s & '80s. Habib himself has released five albums: Maya, Moina Go..., Shono!, Panjabiwala, Bolchi Tomake and Aboseshe. He is most well-known for his song, "Din Gelo" which you can listen to by clicking here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooVJh0CDqU0

Enjoy! And may all your taxi rides be educational ones!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Man On Wire

If you grew up in New York City in the '70s and '80s like I did, you know about the guy - the crazy French guy - who walked on a tightrope between the two towers of the World Trade Center. Even though he did it in 1974, it was still an active topic of conversation for New Yorkers years later. In one way, Philippe Petit's unbelievable act fit perfectly with the emotional landscape of the time: an insane act for an insane town. But in another way, his daring feat was a testament to the possibility of the impossible and, along with that, a message of hope to a city that had gone a bit astray.

I noticed that the documentary Man On Wire showed on the Sundance Channel last week. I saw the film in the theatre with my husband (another native) and it blew me away for a number of reasons: the simplicity of its story-telling, the chance to hear Mr. Petit describe his triumph in his own words and the love for this town that bathed every frame. Because even though we all know the true end to the story, like any recollection of lost a love, the film focused on the good times and thoroughly respected our memory of them.

If you've never seen footage and you have an extra two minutes and ten seconds, click here:


And if you have room for an extra movie in your queue, here's a link to add Man On Wire, if you haven't seen it: https://www.netflix.com/Login

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Monday Night Feast

My husband is the most divine chef. I have to say that I am the envy of my female co-workers when I pop open my tupperware, filled up with left-overs for lunch. "Does he do house calls?" they've asked. "Um, no, ladies." I've replied.

When I tell the girls of my menu last night I will most certainly be greeted with envious groans:

Spaghetti with octopus in a red sauce infused with bone marrow
Pan roasted hanger steak with sides of creamed spinach
& roasted assorted mushrooms with bacon
Vanilla ice cream sundae with chocolate sauce,
topped with roasted walnuts & pinoli

Pasta cooked to perfection. Yum. A red sauce of which any nonna worth her salt would be justifiably envious. A steak to rival Peter Lugar's. Creamed spinach that made my arteries close up shop for the night and roasted mushrooms just the way nature intended: sautéed with bacon. Double yum.

Our dinner guest was equally impressed as I. Wearing a heavy drape of food coma, he stumbled home with left-overs of his own.

One of the topics of dinner conversation turned to New York City restaurants. Here are a few of our collective faves (in no particular order):

Blue Hill (in NYC and at Stone Barns)
Dovetail
Daniel
Tia Pol
Saul's
Dinosaur
Piece of Chicken
Unidentified Flying Chicken
Patsy's (the O.G., please)

If you are so inclined, chime in on your NYC faves.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

The Cleanest Mouth in the Practice

My best friend has been told by his hygienist on several occasions that he has "the cleanest mouth in the practice". He wears this moniker with pride. Frankly, if my dentist and / or hygienist ever said anything nice about my mouth I'd have T-shirts made quoting them and would distribute these T-shirts in Times Square for free.

What constitutes the evening tooth-care ritual for The Cleanest Mouth in the Practice, you might ask? Well, last night I was privy to a behind-the-scenes look at the nighttime ritual of said Cleanest Mouth and I would like to share a few of the enlightening and tooth-whitening tips I learned:

Step One: tongue scraping (it invigorates one's tongue and purges it of germs)

Step Two: flossing (Cleanest Mouth recommends Oral B's Superfloss and, I must say, after sampling a pre-measured piece myself, I agree!)

Step Three: (my personal fave) washing out mouth with homemade mouth wash! How impressive! Recipe as follows:

1 part hydrogen peroxide
2 tablespoons baking soda
5 parts filtered water
dash salt
shake well

Step Four: mechanical toothbrushing with organic toothpaste

Step Five: brushing with conventional toothbrush with baking soda (Cleanest Mouth particularly recommends this step after one has consumed copious amounts of sugar)

And there you have it, folks! Steps for success from the Cleanest Mouth in the Practice. May we all strive to emulate the dedication and care and focus of Cleanest Mouth in the hopes that one day we, too, can have our hygienists say something, anything complimentary about us!

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Rainy days and Wednesdays and some snow on the way getting you down? Remedies here!

Whenever the weather turns unforgiving, I sit down and make a little list of all those things that I think make life worth living. Old standards are things like sunshine, foie gras, family, tulips and pickles. I'm sure it's different for everyone but part of the reason I decided to start this blog is that I hope that The Merdjanoff Report can, in some small way, bring us all a little closer and remind us that our differences keep life interesting. And so, to that end, here are a few of my favorite things (in no particular order except that the most important and cutest one is first) and I encourage you all to share your faves, too:

my husband, Barbra Streisand, New York City, tiramisu, Edith Piaf, Christian Louboutin shoes, Christmas trees, The Catherine Tate Show, Fawlty Towers, Absolutely Fabulous, my best friend, lighthouses, Miss Piggy, my Nespresso Citiz machine, Super Tuscans, Eloise, prosciutto, cheese (in general), Betsey Johnson sample sales, watching football, Central Park, Maria Callas, Saks Fifth Avenue, the Yankees, Creme de la Mer, the 2000 Year Old Man, scallops, oysters, lobster, vanille kipferl, rum balls, the beach, the ocean and the stars.

And if you have an extra three minutes and thirty-one seconds and could use a laugh, have a watch / listen:


and / or (this one clocks in at five minutes, fifty-two seconds):


Monday, January 25, 2010

So what exactly is a "frankenpine"?


Well, my friends, a frankenpine is a cell phone tower that has been camouflaged or disguised in some way to look like a pine tree. Exhibit A:



But Frankenpine is also a fantastic band that I saw recently at the Japoly Theatre in Brooklyn! Exhibit B:




What kind of music do they play, you ask? Well, it's kinda country (but not your Mama's country) and kinda indie (but not like early 1990's indie) and kinda rock and kinda bluegrass but generally just a great live show that'll make you tap your feet and bop your head and wonder how five people could possibly play so many instruments so well and sound so great.

Have a look at their website, listen to their songs, see 'em while you can: next stop, Lakeside Lounge on Thursday, February 4th - I'll see you there!

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Was it the hat?

On occasion I wear a purple fedora with a tilted brim. The occasion usually being during a winter month on a day when it's not too windy - like yesterday. It's a rather adorable little chapeau, if I do say so myself; so much so that people often stop me on the street to tell me how much they like my hat. "Thank you," I usually reply, "it's Italian!" to which they usually reply, "Of course!"

Whilst sporting said purple hat, I was in Barnes & Noble last night with my best friend, my sister and her girlfriend. As we bounced around the DVD section, making oh-so-pithy comments on movies we enjoy and remarking upon the exciting revelation that with the current Barnes & Noble offering of "Buy 2, Get the 3rd Free!" we could purchase The Way We Were AND Love Actually and get Sixteen Candles FOR FREE when a young lady approached me.

"Can I ask you something?" she said.

"Of course," I replied, assuming she was going to ask about my purple hat.

"Have you ever had a reading?"

"Um, no," I responded rather sheepishly, wind knocked out of my sails and more-than slightly taken aback by her unexpected question.

"Because I think you have a very interesting aura..."

"Oh, why, thank you," I replied.

"and if you're ever interested in having a reading, I'd love to do one for you."

And with that, she handed me a slip of paper and said good-bye. Her calling card reads:

PSYCHIC
Tarot Card Readings
by Bella
She has intervisions to see all & tell
all if you want to know more about
yourself call this gifted psychic.
One visit will amaze you.
She will tell you your most deepest
secrets such as love, health,
marriage, business & success.

In the wake of her departure, the response of my companions was one of perplexed curiosity without a consensus as to whether or not I should venture to see Bella on West 106th Street.

The jury is still out so stay tuned for the outcome. I may just take Bella up on her offer and pay her a visit - without my purple hat.

Friday, January 22, 2010

TURANDOT!

I don't think there is any other experience that even approaches what it's like to spend an evening at the Metropolitan Opera. Name another place on this planet where for TWENTY-TWO FIFTY (I had to spell it out because it's so gosh-darn unbelievable!) you can go see live singers hit rafter-shaking high C's, listen to a full orchestra play Puccini for three hours and witness one mind-blowing set and eye-poppin' costume after another?!?!?! Even walking up those lavish, ruby-carpeted staircases, taking your seat and gazing in wonder as the Swarovski crystal chandeliers get sucked up into the ceiling before the curtain parts is worth TWENTY-TWO FIFTY! Have a glass of champers at intermission and feel like million bucks - wowzers.

Two words: Nessun. Dorma.

A moment of silence (or not-so silence) for the world greatest tenor performing one of the world's greatest arias (and, no, he wasn't there on Wednesday night) - enjoy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOfC9LfR3PI&feature=related

Thanks to my companion for making the evening truly memorable - in a totally platonic kinda way :)