Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Trip Report: Maplewood, NJ
(Saturday, October 15, 2005)

Met up at Paul's blah blah blah arrived at the venue early. Jamie (aka The Man) from the Underground Concert Series was there early, too, so we were able to get the sound check out of the way, leaving more time for:

FOOD REVIEW: Village Trattoria - Maplewood, NJ
CATEGORY: Italian
Rating: 0

We hate to say it, but we gotta say it: this was one of the most disappointing meals we've had in a long time. It wasn't *bad*, mind you (remember that "0" means okie-dokey, not "bad"), but we really expected better.

Atmosphere was family-nice, and the free bread was tasty*, especially the rolls made from the pizza dough. They were also good enough to provide some nice olive oil and parmesean cheese for pre-meal swilling.

We won't say who recommended it, but the penne with vodka sauce was rescued only by the sliced italian sausage that Paul had them add to it. Although creamy and pinkish (like a vodka sauce should be), it was overly sweet and lacked any distinct taste. Storm's linguine with white clam sauce required some tinkering, but once the appropriate level of seasoning was achieved, the dish was quite satisfying. Four plump little fresh clams joined a generous portion of the chopped-canned variety on top of a generous bed of quality pasta, cooked as it should be (all denty. Paul's pasta was also cooked right and was of high quality.) There were nice big slices of fresh garlic in there, too, but they didn't seem to have any effect on the flavor of the dish. Thankfully (or regretfully, from Paul's and the audience's perspectives), there was garlic powder at the table.

Service was prompt and friendly, with free refills appearing when they should. We agreed that if we'd ordered pizza & calzones, we would have been much more satisfied. But if you call yourself a "Trattoria", it really does raise the bar***. All was forgotten ten minutes later as we ate hot fudge sundaes from The Ice Cream Parlor In Maplewood, NJ Whose Name We Regretfully Did Not Write Down, But It's The Only Ice Cream Parlor In Downtown Maplewood, NJ, So You Can Still Find It If You Live Or End Up In That Town And Want To Get Some Tasty Ice Cream (rating: +1). Ice cream was Hershey's (no relation to the candy-producing company of the same name.)


We went to Maplewood for a show, didn't we? Right. A nice crowd turned out for the first show of the Underground Concert Series' fall season, and our NJ uber-fans were there in force to lead the charge. This was the first time we ever had to do two 45-minute sets, and it was surprisingly easy. Sure, we were a bit chattier than usual, but it just seemed like the thing to do at the time. Plus, we've taken to giving out prizes for no particular reason (and of no particular value), and that tends to create the good kind of chaos. Of note:

- Our cover version of Randy Newman's "Short People" now has the little people seal of approval. Well..at least the approval of the two little people sitting in the front row. NEVER have two people sung along to a song so loudly (which helped cover for the fact that Storm forgot the lyrics of the third verse.)

- Our new improvisational excercise passed its second "live fire" test with flying colors. Maybe we'll explain it another time, or maybe you'll just have to come to our show to find out.

- They let us take a few root beers, bags of Cheetos, and Cracker Jacks**** for the road. Very sporting of them, indeed.

After the show we did the ol' meet and greet, did an interview with the artist known as Sudden Death for his podcast, and headed out into the night.

You must fight the bear,

Paul and Storm


* ya gotta start out on a positive note. ya just gotta**.
** unless they poison you.
*** It should be noted that Storm is famously picky (some would say snobbish) when it comes to Italian food, especially pasta sauces. It doesn't help that he recently returned from a 2-week trip to The Motherland.
**** The prizes friggin' suck anymore. Pitiful. Worse than Bazooka Joe. PI-tiful.

Friday, October 14, 2005

Storm's Recipe Corner -- October, 2005

As you know from previous blog entries, Paul and I are simply fascinated by chain restaurants. Sure, you can get a good meal at them if you order wisely, but chances are you’ll stuff yourself stupid with the food equivalent of pornography.

To this end, we stepped into the P&S Food Lab to create a dish that embodies all of the virtues of modern chain restaurant-style cuisine. Put on yer aprons and get ready to make:

PAUL AND STORM’S P.B.J. MCWHIFFERNOODLE SR.’S (RET’D) NEIGHBOR-GOOD GRILLAGE’S FAMOUSE FUNN STOO*

INGREDIENTS
- Cheese
- Fat
- BBQ sauce
- Cheese
- Cheddar cheese
- ‘taters
- Four kinds of cheese
- Real artificial bacon bits
- SaltSaltSaltSaltSaltpepperSalt
- Special sauce that is really just two common sauces put together. Your choice. Call it what you like (though we suggest “Grillage Speu”)
- Whatever meat is currently cheapest
- Corn syrup
- Cheez
- A bun coated in something tasty- and/or healthy-sounding
- Chease Soss
- Fun!


PROCEDURES
- Place all ingredients except for the fun in a crock pot, large sauce pan, or extraordinarily large George Foreman grill (frankly, it doesn’t matter how you cook it and we don’t care)
- Heat until the ingredients no longer look distinct
- Serve** with Fun!

Until next time, Happy Dining!

Storm

* do not make this. Ever.
** do NOT eat.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Trip Report: NE Mini-tour
(September 30 - October 1, 2005)

9/30/05 - Hamden, CT

Met up at Paul's house and began our trek north. Arrived at The Space in Hamden, CT (just north of New Haven) around 5:30 p.m. What a cool place...sofas and comfy chairs, all kinds of interesting pop culture crap all over the place, a decent sound system, and cool staff (who I believe are all volunteers). We would be opening for Nerissa and Katryna Nields that
evening, and they arrived shortly after we did, and sound check commenced. Spent some quality time with "The Girls" (as our friend and business associate Patty calls them) before hitting the stage -- Paul and Katryna also discovered their mutual love of their Tivos and of watching terrible television shows. Audience was friendly, attentive and enthusiastic, with a nice smattering of P&S fans scattered throughout the good-sized crowd. We did a Power Half-hour set, and were able to chat with a few of y'all as we sold merch before it was time for the Nields sisters to go on. Although we'd hung out with them now and then at festivals, and did a workshop stage with them at Falcon Ridge this past year, we'd never see them in a club setting*. They were incredibly engaging and in fine voice -- Katryna announced that she'd just ko'd a previously nettlesome vocal polyp -- as they moved the audience with them through a broad range of thoughts and emotions. Particularly enjoyable were the readings and songs from Nerissa's new novel "Plastic Angel", and their re-working (more of a complete overhaul, really) of the negro spiritual "Good News". Plus, they happily honored our request for "The Enemy Called Pants".

It was all smiles after the show, and then a stabbing pain in our guts reminded us that we hadn't eaten dinner. We had been told about a great ice cream place in Hamden, and were given relatively easy directions to the place. Needless to say, we couldn't find the place, so we defaulted back to...


FOOD REVIEW: Acropolis Diner - Hamden, CT
CATEGORY: Diner (post-gig)
Rating: 0

The Greek word "Acropolis" translates loosely as "stuff up on a hill." In New Haven, "Acropolis" translates as "place to get stuff to eat late at night, but don't expect it to be spectacular...near a hill." Storm's spanakopita was probably at least +1 quality around 7 p.m., but by midnight it had transmogrified into a luke warm pastiche of spinach between mushy layers of paste that he assumed had once been crispy, flaky filo dough. Not that it wasn't tasty (it was). We've clean forgotten what Paul ate (that's how good it was), though his fries were first-rate. Along with the chocolate shake, the friendly-like-family service made the difference in keeping the rating at a respectable"0" rating.


10/1/05 - Hamilton College; long march home

After hitting the snooze alarm 38 times, we sprang out of bed at the crack of noon to continue our noble quest...


FOOD REVIEW: Soul de Cuba
CATEGORY: Cuban
Rating: +1

Acting on a tip from P&S blogger Linda Macy, we decided to check out this
little joint just blocks from Yale. And once again, our fanbase came through for our hungry tummies.

A case could be made that Cubans are a good fit in the U.S. for one simple reason: just like United Statesmen, they'll deep fry anything they can get their hands on. Good thing, too. We most especially thank them for the yuca frita, which is kind of like French fries, except that they're not at all like French fries. Paul's empanadas, however, were the belle of the ball. Most bellicose were the chicken variety, which smacked the mouth with Cuban-curry goodness. SMACK-SMACK!! Storm's "Media Noche" sammich was well past adequate, with tender sliced pork sitting on a dreamy cushion of grilled onions. And no matter what we may order at Cuban restaurants, we will always ask for mojito sauce, a simple but brilliant combination of oil, garlic, and Cuban love. Oh, wait...the last ingredient is actually "salt." My bad. Atmosphere
was slightly upscale, though the prices were not. Service friendly. Small points off for charging for each glass of soda (a particular pet peeve of ours, especially, Paul, who can down 4-5 sodas before appetizers), and that may have been the slim hair that kept it from earning a +2 instead of a lusty +1.

Arrived at Hamilton College after an uneventful drive. Campus Activity Board (CAB)
students were friendly and helpful, and they sure pulled together a crowd for us. (Eyeball estimate** of 150-200) And as far as we're concerned, the kids are alright. We were amazed by how enthusiastic they were about Randy Newman and Schoolhouse Rock, though less surprised by their vigor when it came to talking like a pirate. There were some seniors there that were freshmen when DVN came by three years ago, and even if it made us feel like the old farts that we are, it was kinda cool. Grabbed a quick snack at the on-campus diner (rating 0 -- they were out of pizza, which seriously bummed out Paul) and headed home.

Paul and Storm.


* not entirely true. Back in 1996 or so, we*** caught a little of the full-band The Nields when they opened for Moxy Fruvous at the (now-defunct) Bayou in Georgetown.

** this, of course, means a rough estimate; not an estimate of the number of eyeballs present.


*** Paul reluctantly admits to having blown off this set after about two minutes, thinking, "Hmm...cute singer; not Fruvous; go get more drinks." Paul had less taste then.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Trip Report: Philadelphia, PA
(September 27, 2005)


P&S arrive seperately, meeting up with Sean Altman at World Cafe Live! in the late afternoon/early evening. It's always fun doing a co-bill with the Alt Man, and this night was no exception. Before we ran a few songs together, we ate...


FOOD REVIEW: World Cafe Live! - Philadelphia, PA
CATEGORY: Venue food
RATING: +1

Very nearly a +2. Part of it is our fault for eating in the back room instead of the main restaurant area. Small points off for the food being 50% off and not gratis (though the food was of MUCH higher quality than yer typical venue, so we understand.) Small points *gained* for providing beer (Pabst Blue Ribbon) without being asked.

It's also our fault for not ordering their best dishes, though what we had was plenty good. If you come to see us at WCL in the future, you should plan on coming early for dinner. Cuisine is that sort-of New American, double-Cali-fusion, alt-extreme bistro thing that's become commonplace. Both of us had their lobster bisque, which had a nice velvety texture and just enough sherry to make it pop. Not as good as the USS Chowder Pot IV, but quite tasty. Should have ordered a cup instead of a bowl (it was HUGE.) Storm had a nacho jones, and was rewarded with a mammouth pile of chips smothered in cheese (mozzarella and cheddar), spicy ground beef, sour cream, guacamole, and some other interesting bits that just didn't register. Guacamole was decent, but not Storm Approved -- it tasted like the avocado had been, well, tampered with. Still and all, it was just what was needed. If we'd ordered the steak like Altman, it might have bumped it up to the higher rating. Grilled perfectly to order with a light oil coating that brought out the flavor of the beef, Altman was good enough to share the wealth.


Considering it was a Tuesday night and it was the first time either of us had been to the venue, turnout was quite decent, even if half the folks were close friends, family, and Uber-fans. Sean went on first, joined by Paul and/or Storm for various songs. Amazingly, he didn't break any strings (as is his Way.) Crowd was suitably impressed. Our set was likewise well-received, with "Better Version of You" drawing a mix of laughter and sympathy sounds. Staff and management seemed to enjoy the show, too, and we're working on booking another date, probably on a weekend. P&S divide up the spoils with the Alt Man, kiss each other's metaphorical asses, and then scoot, scoot, scoot down the road. And Bob's your uncle*.

Paul and Storm


* are there any Brits out there that can explain to me why this phrase means "and that's that"? Maybe I should just look it up on Snopes. Nah.