Travels, Thoughts and History
We were supposed to be in Belfast today, but due to a 25 knot wind with 50 knot gusts and rain we stayed in Dublin overnight, and will depart for Iceland in stormy weather, skipping Belfast. Too bad, as I wanted to tick Northern Ireland off my list of countries visited.
We visited Dublin two years ago on our Ireland/Scotland/England tour, and I tried hard to like the city, but it just never clicked for me. I had the same experience (and the same dreary, drizzly weather) this time. Pubs, a river with nice bridges, touristy shops, more pubs. Rain.
We awoke in the harbor at Fallmouth and tendered over (a slow process because of the small dock) for an hour drive to Lizard, the southernmost point of England. There we took a five-mile two-hour coastal hike along the perilous cliffs of Cornwall. Seeing the caves, smugglers’ lairs, and rocks where hundred of ships have wrecked reminded us of Poldark.
After a superb fish and chips lunch at The Witch’s Ball we retraced our steps and returned to the ship for rest, showers, and the first formal night, where we opted for the other cover charge restaurant, Crown Grill.
Today we bid farewell to London, and its extraordinarily nice weather during this week of gastronomic exploration.
We had a painless transfer by private car to Southampton, a 90 minute drive south. The boarding procedures in the new terminal were quite efficient, and soon we were settled into two cabins. Unfortunately, the two cabins are about a quarter of a mile apart (and that isn’t really hyperbole). Because Dani isn’t twenty-one, Linda and she are technically sharing an outside cabin and I have a mini suite. I have to say that there isn’t a tremendous difference between them, space-wise or in their outfitting.
Since we’re old hands at this cruise thing, the first thing we did was get on the phone and reserve tables at the various specialty restaurants for about half the nights of the cruise. (As it turned out this was unnecessary, as on this cruise the specialty restaurants were not well attended.)
There’s a new event, a chef’s table that sounds interesting.
After the traditional lifeboat drill (which is indoors in the lounges these days) we set sail for the southwestern tip of the UK.
For dinner American Express comped us into Sabatini’s, the Italian specialty restaurant on all Princess ships, and we had a nice meal (and a lovely bottle of Ornellaia) with a sweet server named Yana.
We had lunch at Benares, an Indian restaurant near our hotel. It’s run by a chef with one Michelin star. I was a bit disappointed, as I didn’t really find the food to be the creative twist on Indian cuisine we’d been promised, but Dani and Linda liked theirs. The place is a neat two story building off Berkeley Square with a lily pond on the second floor.
We finished our London stay with a visit to L’Atelier de Joël Robuchon in Covent Garden. It was easily the best meal of the trip. It’s a dark place with spotlights on the few bar-height tables; most of the seating is at what looks like it was once a sushi bar, but since there were three of us we got a nice table. Service was great (the waiter really reminded us of a twenty-something Henry). Each of the three courses I had were the best version of that dish I’ve encountered: scallop ceviche, caramelized foie gras with cherries and lime bits, and quail. I’m glad we saved this for last, as it blew away Gordon Ramsay’s restaurants, and the scallop put Nobu to shame.
For the past month I’ve had sinus headaches and jaw aches, but when I went to my dentist at Starbase Dental last week he couldn’t identify a particular tooth that was the problem. He prescribed antibiotics and told me to check back after vacation. But the problem has been getting worse, with hot or cold foods causing a headache. The trouble is that nothing hurts except when I’m having the problem, which occurs only every few hours (or as soon as I lie down). Now I’m fairly sure the cause was my upper left wisdom tooth because that one hurt (but only when I was having a headache) if I wiggled it.
So rather than put up with another three weeks of sleep deprivation and headaches, today I went to the Carnaby Street Dentist and had it pulled. What a great place that is, with really friendly people; Sarah, who offered me several options, pulled it with absolutely no pain. She sent me off with hand-written instructions and some antibiotics. I’m sure it will hurt again later, but right now my head feels better than it has in a month.
Dani likes this sign because it’s the name of a Star Trek DS9 character. Well, the character’s name is Curzon Dax, not Curzon Plaza.
Earlier today we went to lunch at Nobu, the famous sushi place. We had… sushi. It was… sushi. Hmmm…. I must be missing something. Why is this famous?
Tonight we had theatre tickets to Andrew Lloyd Webber’s new show, Love Never Dies, the sequel to The Phantom of the Opera. (Full disclosure: I’ve always thought that Phantom was a dumb show with good music and staging.) In this version the Phantom has moved to New York’s Coney Island, and guess who happens to also show up there? This was an odd show that has proven to be unpopular, as shown by the half empty theatre. Defying the odds, I liked it the best of the three of us. The voices were superb, much better than any other Phantom production I’ve seen. Dani hated the music, but I thought most of the second half was very good. The problem is that the first act sucks dead toads. Then, weirdly, the second act manages to tell a more cohesive story than Phantom ever did. Unfortunately, it’s a tragedy. Between that and the rework needed on the first act, we’re betting it never opens on Broadway. Then again, we made the same bet about The Addams Family.
We had a late supper at Clos Maggiore in the theatre district, a romantic little restaurant with good food, a fantastic winelist and disjointed service. Then home to bed, my toothlessness still not a problem. Yay!
We tried another Gordon Ramsay restaurant for lunch, Maze. It was a short walk through Mayfair, a really charming part of the city.
Maze is near all the embassies that cluster around Grosvenor Square. It’s fairly different from Petrus, more casual, with lots of small plates to graze upon. Same pricing: reasonable at lunch, crazy at dinner.
For dinner Dani wanted something simple, so we walked a few blocks to Delfino Pizzeria and had a very pleasant (outdoor!) dinner with a nice bottle of Amarone. Who would have imagined we’d be dining Al Fresco in London?
I loved the note at the bottom of the restaurant’s menu:
“Health and Safety Compliance Notice: Some dishes may contain nuts, olives may contain stones, wine contains alcohol, knives can be sharp, coffee can be hot…ENJOY YOUR MEAL!!”
I was awakened by Linda informing me it was 11:30AM and we were about to miss our lunch reservation! A quick shower and short cab ride took us to Petrus, one of Gordon Ramsay’s restaurants, where we had a leisurely, expensive, pleasant but not remarkable lunch. The room and service were great, and I’m glad we had a chance to check it out at one fourth of the insane dinner prices.
Afterward, I was proud of myself for successfully navigating the surrounding residential area to take us straight to Harrods, where we laughed at the prices and bought some cheese, ham and bread for a picnic.
In the evening we went to our favorite London venue, the enchanting Open Air Theatre in Regent’s Park. There’s something magical about theatre in the woods, all the more so since the show was Into the Woods! We enjoyed a bottle of wine, some stinky cheese and French bread at a picnic table and then went in to the show, where we had front row seats due to our extreme advance planning. This is the fourth show we’ve seen here, and while all were good, this was superb. As always, Sondheim’s material is challenging to both performers and audience, and the second half of this show is somewhat expendable, but the cast was fantastic, and the direction was genius. In fact, the director discovered a whole second show in the role of the narrator, who he cast as a young boy lost in the woods, telling the story using his toys. Wow!
I wasn’t sure about the place we booked. It sounded good, but you never know in England, where the rooms can be small and tired. But Flemings turned out to be a real gem.
Just a couple minute cab ride from Victoria Station, it’s on a quiet side street off of Green Park near Piccadilly.
Our suite has a private entrance. It contains a large living room, dining room and kitchen (with washer/dryer) on the first floor. Downstairs there are two bedrooms, two baths, and a private garden in the rear. A lovely home base for the next five days.
After a nap we walked around and ended up having the day’s meal at Bentley’s Oyster Bar & Grill, a place it turned out Dani and I had eaten at about ten years ago.
The Gatwick Express train from Gatwick Airport to Victoria Station runs non-stop and only takes about a half hour. It’s easy to buy tickets at the machines, but less confusing to buy them on the train.
There’s something truly fascinating about the indescribable awfulness of airline food, especially the food on American-based airlines when they try to compete internationally. It begins right in the international departure lounge, where the cheese tray offers:
Yes, that says it’s “Gouda-Type Flavor Cheese Food.”
Then it’s on to the flight, where dinner is a fascinating game of trying to guess the relationship between what is served and the delicious descriptions featured on the menu. But breakfast is the real show stopper:
The object in the foreground is a “croissant,” but it was nowhere near as wondrous as the texture of the eggs, which mimicked fresh Spackle with chunks of embedded foam rubber. I do give points to the salt and pepper shaker designer, though, who came up with this clever stacking Delta logo. It couldn’t hold a candle to the previous night’s, though, which somehow brought Madonna to mind:
And so we set out for a three week adventure, first to London, then a peculiar repositioning cruise that will take us to odd places on the way back to New York. Our morning flight from Orlando left us a loooong layover in Atlanta, the price to be paid for free first class tickets on the red eye to London. After hanging out in the Delta lounge we head out over the Atlantic.
I spent today getting organized for my brief week back in Orlando, sorting mail, going to the office to pick up boxes (mostly wine and books), and getting AAA to jump start Linda’s car, which had a dead battery due to my not catching that the valet switched the headlights out of auto. For dinner we tried a new restaurant on Sand Lake road (number 60 or so in four blocks) that serves creative sushi and char grilled skewers cooked using a technique called robata grilling. I really liked the trendy yet intimate decor, muted techno music and subtle lighting. Although we didn’t fall in love with anything we tried, I think we’ll definitely go back.
So ends the summer in Evanston. We packed up, cleaned out the refrigerator and prepped the condo for a month of idleness, then headed to the airport. Not exactly traveling light, because I needed to get everything back to Orlando, and Dani needs to pack for Orlando, London and Iceland, with everything then ending up back in Evanston, an interesting challenge. We had a leisurely lunch (due to the leisurely server) at Harry Caray’s at Midway airport, and then an uneventful flight home. Linda met us and we went to The Vineyard at The Ritz Carlton for dinner on the way home, where we had a spectacular Aubert Lauren Vineyard Chardonnay. They’ve really upgraded this restaurant’s food, service and wine. It’s nice to be home, but I’ll miss Evanston.
Dani took her chemistry final this morning. While she was away I put up the banner Jackie made for her. She was very surprised when she arrived home to find that, and my lame excuse at cake decorating.
In all fairness, the cake is only about four inches across.
Today was my last day to walk around, so I wandered up through the Northwestern campus and visited the library, which is really, really large. And confusing. The three towers are linked in a very unintuitive way on all but the ground floor. Most of them house stacks that are arranged in a circle, with the shelves of books spreading out radially. So once you find your way to the core it’s a puzzle to figure out what direction you entered from. Fortunately, there are signs. I leafed through a random assortment of the books I stumbled upon, including treatises about California archaeological digs and bound SMPTE proceedings back issues.
I walked back through the park that runs along the beach south of campus. I hadn’t been that close to the water before. There were colorful sailboats enjoying the sunny day, a nice concession building, and an oval pond that looks like it makes a good skating rink for part of the year.
I picked up lunch at Thai Sookdee (wow that place is awful except for their weird pad thai) and brought it home to Dani after her last chemistry class.
For dinner it was clean the refrigerator night. I’m pretty proud of how empty the fridge is, and how full the freezer is, stuffed with leftovers divided into protions for two. Tonight’s carrot souffle turned out well:
For lunch I was going to try the local JK Sweets, which is the bizarre combination of an ice cream parlor and Korean restaurant, but it looks like they’re on vacation. So I walked over to Sherman and on a whim went into Bombay Indian Grill, a narrow storefront that used to be a Dunkin’ Donuts.
Bombay Indian Grill is a small restaurant that offers quite tasty and authentic Indian food, and at least at lunch the prices are quite fair. I had the Chicken Korma. There seems to be some disagreement about what goes into Korma sauce, with some places adding spices that turn it pink or red, while others make the traditional white. This was the pink variety, and it was savory and delicious, and mild as advertised. I love garlic naan bread, so I ordered that, rather than the plain naan that comes with the lunch, and took rice instead with my chicken. Both the rice and the garlic naan were excellent, and the two chutney accompaniments — tamarind and cilantro — were perfect. A tiny salad was as also on the plate, really just some shredded lettuce that might have been lightly dressed, but it actually served well to clear the palate. The two fried bits of smashed and breaded cauliflower aren’t really my thing, but they were good with the chutneys. A lot of food for ten bucks. Service was attentive and friendly. There’s free wifi, too, due to the fact that Starbucks is next door! No complaints, and I’ll be back.
Today they’re washing the windows of the condo building (they actually weren’t very dirty), so a guy dangling from ropes is passing by. It’s amazing how fast he goes from floor to floor, dropping down the side. Then I guess he takes the elevator back up!
Today Dani gave her chemistry lab project presentation about a UV light exposure sensor to prevent sunburn and got voted best presentation by her 14 classmates, so she won a Northwestern Chemistry hat.
For dinner we ordered ribs from Merle’s #1 Barbecue. Dani thought there wasn’t goof barbecue in Evanston, but the “spare ribs, falling off the bone, mild sauce” were terrific, as were the accompaniments: corn bread, baked potatoes and very bacony baked beans.
This week I’m beginning to get ready for the return to Orlando. I have mixed feelings, as I’ve loved spending the summer with Dani in Evanston, but it will be nice to see Linda again, and I’m sure we’ll all have a good time in London and on our upcoming cruise.
I’ve installed aqua globes in a (probably hopeless) attempt to keep the flowers alive until Dani returns in a month. The idea is that the globes leak water when the soil dries. Indeed, since I’ve been keeping the soil wet, the globes aren’t leaking at all. My fear is that by the time the soil gets dry enough for the globes to leak, the flowers will be dead. Plus, altogether they hold about as much water as I’ve been giving the flowers every day! Since this is an “As Seen On TV” product, I assume it doesn’t work, but I got these on woot.com at four for $2.99. By the way, as you can see, the “flowers” I planted at the start of the summer are turning into heads of romaine, but no sign of petals yet.
In the background you can see why they were surveying the street. I think it’s part of the water pipe re-lining effort, but they might just be looking for Jimmy Hoffa.
I already packed up heavy things like books and shipped them back, and have been working on depleting the kitchen of food. Now I’m on to tidying up. Yesterday I dusted and (after repairing the wretched Dirt Devil canister) vacuumed. In the process, I discovered that the AC’s air handler didn’t have a filter in it. No wonder things get so dusty. It’s a weird setup, with the air handler in the laundry room, and the return air coming into the bottom of the unit, where the filter should be. That’s why the bedroom doors slam when the AC is on — there’s no return venting! Anyway, this morning I walked down to Ace Hardware and bought a couple air filters, and the air already smells cleaner.
Before lunch I walked back up to Al’s Deli and bought a couple of sandwich and soup combos to share with Dani, who is staying late to class to talk with her professor before her tutor comes.
For dinner I’m fixing breaded tilapia and sauteed zucchini and yellow squash. I previously mentioned the Galeos miso salad dressing that we love. Our least favorite is the sesame, but I’ve discovered that by adding ketchup, lemon juice and pickle relish I can turn it into a delicious low calorie thousand island.
It really is true that you need to live in a place for a while to discover its secrets. I’ve been in Evanston for two months, yet it’s only in the past two days that I’ve happened upon two of my favorite places. Last night it was Bistro Bordeaux, and today it’s Al’s Deli, which is also, oddly enough, French.
Today was perfect weather for a walk: mid-seventies, clear, a light breeze. So I headed back up to the area west of NU to further explore the business district there. Along the way I stopped at Howard’s Books, a used bookstore at Maple and Foster, and of course I had to buy some books.
I continued up Maple to Noyes. The area is full of charming little rental houses, some of them not twenty feet wide.
About a block to the east is Al’s Deli. It was founded in 1949 by Al Pottinger, a francophile, who offered European groceries, baked goods, soups and sandwiches. His sons took the business over in the 1970s, and are still there. They offer traditional french sandwiches such as brie on a baguette, plus homemade soups. The Soup au Pistou I had today was wonderful, a cup full of chunky vegetables with a dollop of garlic aeoli that turned it into something you might find in a bouillabaisse. They also make six types of enormous, tasty cookies themselves. The place is a short walk from NU, in the charming little area around Noyes and Sherman.
After a quiet morning reading, we went to Kansaku for lunch.
I recently read Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón, and Getting the Girl by Markus Zusak, and I’m now reading his I Am The Messenger on Kindle for iPad. It’s good, but nowhere near as good as The Book Thief.
For dinner we went to Bistro Bordeaux, which is actually the closest restaurant to the condo, a couple hundred yards down the alley, by Whole Foods. We had contemplated going there at lunch time on two different Sundays, but after standing by the podium for several minutes one day there was no sign of employees, and everyone seated in the fairly busy place seemed to be waiting for something. Still, it won Chicago Magazine’s Best New Restaurant award for 2010, and the menu is incredibly authentic, so we thought we’d try it at an odd hour (5:45pm).
We should have tried this place sooner. It was easily the best meal of the weekend. Just like being in France, right down to the Badoit water. By 7pm the place was full, and the service was good.
Dani started with Rillettes de Saumon, and I started with Terrine de Foie Gras de Canard, both pates served with croustinis. Both were excellent, but the pate would have been better for sharing, given the generous portion size. The salmon was extremely flavorful.
For entrees Dani had a Croques Madame with pommes frites and I had herb roasted New Zealand lamb leg with braised flageolets and pearl onions. The pommes frites (french fries) are as good as any I’ve had, even in France, not greasy, crisp, thin and full of flavor. The croques madame was delicious and a bargain. The lamb was my least favorite, a bit gamey, but the flageolets were succulent.
For dessert we shared a creme brulee, which was delightful in its straightforward simplicity. We had a 2005 Volnay, full bodied and a reasonable price, although the most expensive wine on the list, much better than last night’s 2005 Morey Saint Denis, and only two thirds the price.
The food was better than Graham Elliot, and as good as Sepia (though quite different) at half the price, and a block away. We will definitely return, as this is about as authentic a French bistro experience one can have, in the US or anywhere.
Dani spent the day writing new material for The Last Telepath. It’s very vivid.
Tonight we went to Sepia, which was recommended to me by Scott Joseph. What a different experience from last night at Graham Elliot! We could actually communicate, with each other and the waiter! The menu has a varied but limited selection of starters and entrees, Very straightforward. Each dish is completely distinct, offering a lot of choices. Service was friendly and efficient, and they turned every table at least once. It’s in a trendy building in what used to be an industrial area. A very pleasant dining experience.
This morning while Dani was taking her midterm I unlocked Jackie’s bike from its parking meter and examined what was keeping the front wheel from turning. Not only was the hand brake pressed against it, but the wheel was bent.
It was almost impossible to push it (although I later learned how to easily disengage the front brake) and it was too heavy to carry with the front tire off the ground, so I rode it down to Turin Bicycle. It was like riding an exercycle all the way, because as soon as I stopped pedaling the bike came to an abrupt halt! Obviously a new wheel was needed, along with other adjustments. The repairs came to $9 less than the original cost of the bike, but what the heck, at least it’s fixed. We picked it up after lunch at Lulu’s.
A couple of nights ago Dani couldn’t get to sleep so she sat up making notes about new ideas for her completed novel The Last Telepath. Now that she has a weekend break, she’s been writing a new first fifty pages like a maniac. Since she was only thirteen when she started the original manuscript, I’m sure this first fifty pages will bring a new level of depth to the story.
Tonight was our next to last fine dining blowout this summer. We went to Graham Elliot, which Ron’s friend Bruce reported as his favorite from a recent trip to Chicago. Mistake! You do NOT want to go here. It is a little slice of hell. The food is okay, but the ambiance is non existent. The place is deafening, with non-stop techno/grunge/rock/rap/pop soundtrack so you can’t even hear the descriptions of what is in each dish. We had 21 courses and 18 matching beverages. 50% of the courses were completely forgettable, the others were good, but not one was as good as a typical course at V&A or Moto. Here’s an example of one course, a deconstructed tomato mozzarella and balsamic foam. If this looks about one inch wide that’s because it is:
Or how about these TWO courses, carpaccio and a “Caesar salad” (I already ate half the salad in my first bite):
The wine list is a bunch of silly young whites. The wine carafes are 2 liter chemistry flasks. The waiters wear jeans and t-shirts. The tasting courses are microscopic. Most dishes have many, many ingredients (couldn’t hear what) but don’t seem to combine to create a whole greater than the parts. On the plus side, price is reasonable, and it was neat to have a different beverage to match nearly every course, but 80% were mixed drinks, not wine.
At the end of the evening, too late to do us any good, we received a printed menu of everything we had. Across the top it read “the alcorn party is awesome.”
graham elliot is not awesome.
I packed up three boxes of mostly books and took them down to the UPS Store to ship back to Orlando.
On my way back I stopped at Zoba Noodle Bar to get some take-out food to bring home for lunch with Dani. It’s weird, the place is called a noodle bar, but has no bar, and the noodles are the worst thing they serve. Overall the Chinese food was just edible. Strange that they have a really good rating on Yelp.
Dinner was burgers (using up the last of the charcoal for the season) and macaroni and cheese, comfort food for Dani before her last midterm.
I got ambitious today and decided to walk up to The Spice House on Central and get some more of that magic powdered cheddar cheese that is the secret ingredient to Smoke House garlic bread. I took the residential streets west of NU and shot photos along the way.
On the way back I stopped at Rollin to Go, a sandwich shop on Noyes, and had a very tasty chicken sandwich on flatbread. There’s also a deli next door I’d like to try, but it’s closed Wednesdays. For dinner I made Scampi on linguine marinara with Smoke House garlic bread.
My head was a bit better today, but I mostly took it easy. I fixed Dani a steak sandwich for lunch using the leftover strip steak from last night, and then went to Sashimi Sashimi for sushi while her tutor, Lee, was here.
I also stopped into the last two coffee houses I know of: Starbucks, which was packed with people standing in line — I used their restroom but couldn’t bring myself to order their coffee; and Cosi, which is almost next door to Starbucks, serves the same types of coffee, and was empty. I had a mocha there and read an interesting article on Instapaper about the development of phone phreaks in 1971.
For dinner I made Indian Butter Curry Chicken and froze the leftovers in three separate meals for two that she can use next quarter. I must say the freezer is pretty much full of ready made meals as a result of the last seven weeks.
The forecast was for scattered thunderstorms and it was gloomy when I awoke, so despite the persistent head / sinus / jaw ache I went the Whole Foods early to restock the kitchen.
But by lunch it had cleared off and turned into a beautiful day, so I went to Trattoria Demi, a short walk down Orrington. The Fettuccine Cacciatore lunch special was tasty, and the espresso was excellent.
By this afternoon my headache was finally starting to abate. Dani got home pretty late — almost 6pm — because she was working on her lab data. Her raw score on the midterm was pretty low but apparently on the curve it was quite high. It must have been a very hard test, compounded by the rushed delivery of lessons last week. So far she has an A- the first “quarter” and an A the second, with seven days of lessons and two tests to go.
I grilled a strip steak for Dani and some Tuna for me, on what will probably be the BBQ’s final outing for the year, although I have one load of charcoal left.
We’ve spent a quiet day at home, with Dani watching some Babylon 5 and getting ready for tomorrows chemistry class and lab. My left sinus/jaw/headache has been bugging me for several days, so I’ve been lazy. We did go out to Potbelly for a sandwich, but I think we’ll have reheated pizza for dinner, since we hardly made a dent in the one we had last night.
In the past week I’ve noticed some ominous spray paint marks on the streets outside our balcony. They say there are only two season in Chicago: winter and road construction. There’s been minor construction up and down Chicago Avenue already, but the yellow, blue and red marks on Clark look serious. Hopefully we’ll be out of town before they have at it.
I made orange rolls for breakfast, in my ongoing effort to clear out the fridge for vacation. Then for lunch we walked down to Addis Abeba and had a platter of mostly vegetarian offerings — very tasty. On the way back we passed the interesting chair sculptures in Raymond Park and stopped at Vinic to buy some chardonnay.
Tonight was the final program in the summer season at the Northwestern Interpretive Center, An Evening With Stephen Schwartz. It was definitely the highlight of the series. In a half hour interview before the show, Mr. Schwartz played and sang two of his songs, and discussed the development process. Then there was a two hour review put on by the NU orchestra and six musical theatre majors. It featured songs from all of Mr. Schwartz’s shows.
A highlight was a segment where Mr. Schwartz discussed the development of the song The Wizard and I from Wicked, and played and sang the two versions of Making Good that preceded it in the development process. Shoshana Bean, the second Broadway Elphaba, was a special guest, and performed a half dozen numbers, ending with Defying Gravity.
We were also delighted that the fifteen songwriters we saw last night had an opportunity to perform four of the songs we enjoyed most, and this time I got them on video.
One lasting impression was that each of the fifteen student songwriters, their three mentors and Mr. Schartz are all talented musicians and singers in their own right, which is contrary to my previous concept of musical songwriters.
It’s been interesting that the only two programs we would have skipped during this summer theatre series were the two that were theatre! All three concerts have been terrific.
We had a late night pizza at Lou Malnati’s, closing the place up at 11pm.
Dani had her chemistry midterm this morning. It sounds like it wasn’t as hard as it could have been, but in any event she’s glad it’s over and she can enjoy the weekend. She’s looking forward to being done in two weeks, while I have mixed feelings, because I’ll miss Evanston.
For lunch we went to Kansaku and had some excellent sushi rolls, especially the salmon ceviche, which is like Aji’s heaven roll, and the spicy tun, which is fat and cheap, and has a touch of mayo.
On the way back from lunch we stopped at Barnes Noble, where we learned something about Teen Non-Fiction.
Tonight’s program at the Northwestern Theatre and Interpretation Center was Songwriter’s Showcase, an annual event where fifteen young musicians from all over the country come together for a one-week workshop directed by three Broadway composers (including Andrew Lippa, who wrote The Addams Family musical). At the end of the week, they perform a song that each of them wrote during the week. The styles range from musicals to pop. Some of them were still working on their songs this afternoon, yet they came out fully arranged, often backing each other with several instruments and harmonies.
Wow! What a delightful surprise it was. This was a free event included in the season tickets, and it was far and away the best. I would buy every one of those songs.
I’ve been converting Bill Bryson’s new book, At Home, from CD to m4b so I can listen to it as an audiobook on our trip to England next month. I use a program called audiobookbuilder which works quite nicely. I could have purchased it as an audiobook, I suppose, but I wanted the original BBC version, which was only available as a 14 CD set.
Bryson is an interesting guy. He grew up in Iowa, lived in England for twenty years, and then returned to the US and lived in New Hampshire for almost a decade.
He became famous writing about his travels, and I think he’s actually bigger in England than here. Since 2003 he’s been back in England, and is now the Chancellor of Durham University.
Bryson always reads his own audiobooks. He’s actually not a great reader, but because they’re his, there’s something endearing about his delivery; you can pretty much hear the twinkle in his eye. For anyone visiting Australia, his In a Sunburned Country is essential reading.
I spent the afternoon walking around Evanston, visiting the US Bank up on the Northwestern campus, and then continuing my survey of coffee (and tea shops).
Dream About Tea is a strange cross between a cafe and a shop. The Chinese owner sells a hundred or so herbal teas, brewed or dry, plus accessories. The Morrocan mint I had was pleasant and inexpensive, but unremarkable.
Across the street at Bennison’s Bakery I had a pretty good large espresso and a pain au chocolat. The espresso was one of the better ones I’ve had in town, but La Duree in Paris needn’t worry about the pastry competition.
For dinner I tried a recipe from Simply Recipes. It was definitely a hit. Very lemony. I found the pine nuts at Whole Foods ($30 a pound! Fortunately they’re very light.) In retrospect I don’t think they’re very important, but using the juice and zest of a whole fresh lemon is. I think it should be called Lemony Smoked Salmon Pasta.
Ingredients
Method
Serves 2 to 3.
Most importantly, I FIGURED OUT HOW TO MAKE SMOKE HOUSE GARLIC BREAD!
It’s:
and the secret ingredient:
The cheddar cheese powder is definitely what they use. In the past I’ve tried it with Kraft Macaroni and Cheese mix, but that has other stuff in it, too. It’s just straight, sharp cheddar cheese powder that duplicates not only the flavor, but also the crumbly texture. Win!
