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Theatre
Seared is the kind of theater that I adore. A straightforward story with writing so gorgeous and acting so adept that it becomes something bigger than it at first appears.
Harry (Raul Esparza) and Mike (David Mason) are the somewhat uneven partners in a tiny Brooklyn restaurant. Harry is the genius at the stove; making magic from the top-shelf, freshest ingredients he sources daily at dawn, plus lots of butter. Mike is the man at the front of the house and the money behind the idea. Having sunk his life savings and years of sweat into the endeavor he would love for Harry to be just a tad less demanding and the restaurant to be a lot more profitable. The third member of this little ‘family’ is the restaurant’s only full-time waiter and de facto peacemaker, Rodney (a fantastic W. Tre’ Davis). Rodney is the calm in the center of the storm that is the, seemingly never-ending, conflict between Harry and Mike. He admires Harry’s talent, as well as Mike’s hard work. He sees both sides of the story while trying not to take sides.
When we first meet Stephen Rea’s Eric he appears to be a man in the throes of a mid-life crisis. Living on Cyprus Avenue, in a nice part of Dublin with his wife, Bernie (Andrea Irvine), daughter, Julie (Amy Molloy) and Julie’s infant daughter, he is an Irish Protestant who doesn’t consider himself Irish and who is stewing in a soup of political disillusionment, rage and bigotry. When the first question he asks the counselor, Bridget (Ronke Adekoluejoa) is, “why are you a n.....r?”, the stage is set for a series of questions, confrontations and horrors that took my breath away.
This sublime production takes Shakespeare’s Richard III, with one of the juiciest villains in all of stagecraft and sets it in that quagmire of deception, jealousy, backbiting and beastliness; high school.
music
I’ve been hearing the buzz about Bridget Everett for a while, but it was only recently that my friend Elizabeth and I experienced the full-frontal, uncensored, Mr. Toad’s wild ride that is a Bridget Everett and The Tender Moments show. She spews wine, words and wisdom while changing from one revealing outfit to the next on the stage. Bridget Everett is not for the faint of heart, but man, what a talent.
What can I say about a rock opera based on the life, trial and subsequent acquittal of Lizzie Borden? Go, go, go!
When my husband saw the meeting planner for Steve Bernstein’s Sex Mob on his calendar his initial, and only, reaction was to ask me what, exactly, I had signed us up for.
food
There are good meals and great meals and outstanding meals. Then there are meals like the one we just enjoyed at Everest. So named, I imagine, because of its perch high atop the Chicago Stock Exchange. Aptly named in that it is a place in which dining becomes a trip to the pinnacle of that experience.
Covent Garden is our London ‘neighborhood’. It has proximity to the theaters, tons of great restaurants and lots of fun things to do.
Upon being ushered to a lovely booth for two near the mirrored back wall, the lovely Marion wheeled up a champagne cart and asked if we’d like to start with a glass. Could there be any better way to begin an evening out?