Here there be condiments
Feb. 28th, 2009 09:47 amCollected
layla_lilah last night for a night of what passes for sin. I had a real "I'm home!" moment at The Alley on Grand Avenue in Oakland because it reminded me so much of the Wigwam, where we used to go for cheap hot roast beef sandwiches and burgers back home. Dim, cramped, furnished with penitentially hard wooden booths and festooned with generations of faded and dusty business cards, the sound system was playing some nice, old school arrangements of Bacharach hits before the woman behind the piano began regaling us with chick-behind-the-piano selections on the order of Laura Nyro, Joni Mitchell and Carole King. Cheap, basic menu, the steak* special involved iceberg lettuce doused in bleu cheese dressing, an adequate piece of meat that was cooked how I ordered it and a perfectly cooked baked potato that had not been swathed in a soggy-making tinfoil hat. (That's right, kiddies, steak.* I don't do Lent these days - which does not mean I don't know what Lent is or is supposed to be or respect that it is those things.) The waitress brought half a dozen bottles of stuff with which to anoint our meal and checked back with us at reasonable intervals to see if we needed anything, even if it was just a drink refill. And our Cokes came with maraschino cherries atop the straws. It doesn't get much more old school than that.
Since our movie wasn't until 9:45, we passed some time in Walden Pond Books, which I always forget exists and am always pleased by remembering when I'm in that part of town. Scores included a Bellerophon coloring book of Japanese art and a 1927 edition of Lafcadio Hearn's Glimpses of an Unfamilar Japan. Yes, I love old books, I do I do I do.
Then it was over to the Parkway Speakeasy Theater for Let The Right One In, a Swedish vampire flick. Beautiful and unsettling, I refuse to spoil it for anyone who has the opportunity to investigate it further.
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Since our movie wasn't until 9:45, we passed some time in Walden Pond Books, which I always forget exists and am always pleased by remembering when I'm in that part of town. Scores included a Bellerophon coloring book of Japanese art and a 1927 edition of Lafcadio Hearn's Glimpses of an Unfamilar Japan. Yes, I love old books, I do I do I do.
Then it was over to the Parkway Speakeasy Theater for Let The Right One In, a Swedish vampire flick. Beautiful and unsettling, I refuse to spoil it for anyone who has the opportunity to investigate it further.