I think all I did was eat good Asian food all weekend. And spoiled me, my meals are blending together. But I’ll try to sort them out…
Friday night comprised of ACT’s Sexual Perversity in Chicago by David Mamet and dinner at Le Colonial (remember my awesome students got me a gift certificate for my birthday?!).
Ok- first the play. Go, but don’t go with your parents. I don’t care if you’re 58, don’t go with your parents. The performances were amazing- but if you didn’t catch the title, it’s all about relationships (sex) and men objectifying women. Usually this objectifying would piss me off, but it makes fun of itself (i.e. a monologue about why should we have an equal rights amendment when there are baby seals dying in Alaska?) and it’s especially good if you love that Mamet banter. And the character of Bernie is such a jerk, but you love him and he is recycled in just about every Mamet play ever. We saw a preview, so the cast was still getting used to where the audience would laugh, but it should easily smooth out by opening night next week. Also it was set in the year it was written, 1976, and the costumes were amazing. Why don’t we wear pants like that anymore??
Le Colonial. Great Vietnamese food. Lame photographer. Meaning me. I hate it when I go to a great restaurant and all of my pictures turn out poorly! Here was the best picture from the night:
All of the other pictures make it seems like you would never want to eat here. Like this one:
Why did I take a picture of that? Half eaten. Stirred. Why?
Out of the dishes we had the Ca Ri Tom- coconut curry with black tiger prawns, mangos, eggplant, Asian basil was my favorite. All of the food was innovative and very tasty. Also, Dau Hu Chein- Roasted tofu stuffed with shiitake mushrooms, carrots and shallots, served with basil, tomatoes and a sweet soy sauce was very good. I was impressed with it because usually whatever you do with tofu, it still tastes like bland tofu underneath. This dish really infused the flavors into the tofu (well, literally- I mean, it was stuffed) and it worked really well.
Our server was like the cousin you had when you were eight who was only nice to you in front of parents. I felt like if I met him outside, he'd horde all the toys or spit on all the candy so only he could eat it. But in the restaurant he was appropriately patronizing and helpful with the menu.
We spent the evening with Alex, one of Felix’s coworkers, and his girlfriend Lauren (they have season tickets with us to ACT- I would show you a picture of them, but of course that one came out poorly too). Alex brought up a great question that night: what is the spectrum of girly drinks to manly drinks? Like if Lauren and I were still dating (I have no recollection of dating, the last time I was single I was an embryo) are there drinks that might be a red flag. Lauren in her infinite wisdom immediately chimed in with ‘wine cooler’. That pretty much settles it. In fact, I think I would be wary of anyone that drank wine coolers today no matter the reason. They’re so 1983. But back to our question. I also mentioned that if you are drinking a frozen blended drink and you are not on a beach that is a little suspect (possible exception being a margarita). On the manly side was tequila (under 30) and scotch (over 30). We debated the martini, I mean, James Bond likes them, but the glass isn’t very manly. Then again, I don’t think manly is necessarily the goal- I don’t want my guys like cavemen…
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