Year: 2002

  • Grumpy’s

    In our ongoing survey of bars that serve good food at odd hours, we’re pleased to report that Grumpy’s features an exhaustive—though occasionally sticky—menu of sandwiches, burgers, and delightful comfort foods, all of which we’d stand right up against the menus of any other bar anywhere in the city. We recently worked through a bad case of writer’s block by ordering the cajun pepper burger at about 3:30 p.m. It was accompanied by french fries so hot they made us stop worrying about our brains, and start worrying whether we’d ever regain feeling in our tongues. But let’s face it—we come to a place like this for the ambience, for the feeling we get, the people we see, the vibe. OK, we come for the beer. Still, we hope we’re not the first ones to tell you that Grumpy’s has quietly become the Uptown or the C.C. Club of the new millennium. The music is hard, the place fills up with single-speed cyclists and bike couriers, the reassuringly seedy downtown contingent takes over the pool tables and dartboards, and there seems to be an endless loop of Jackass videos on the numerous TV sets stashed around the place. (It’s art, y’know.) If genuine Minneapolis subcultcha has gone back underground to hibernate, this is where it comes to water itself each night. But the place is big enough and magnanimous enough that you can walk right in and feel at home without being a boho or a regular or both. (Grumpy: We’re sorry if this notice brings in the yuppies, but they can fend for themselves.) Grumpy’s, (612) 340-9738

  • Famous for 15 Seconds

    The daily news cycle is a hungry beast with a short memory, so maybe it should come as no surprise that the revelations of Minneapolis FBI whistleblower Coleen Rowley came and went so quickly. Still, you’ve got to credit W and company. The administration has dispatched her story with impressive speed and political acumen.

    First they took advantage of the cover afforded by the Rowley firestorm to announce sweeping rollbacks in the U.S.’s meager rules against indiscriminate domestic spying, rules spawned by the exposure of prolific FBI abuses in the 1960s. Under the new guidelines set forth in John Ashcroft’s little-noted May 30 diktat, there is no longer any pretense that intelligence agencies need “reasonable suspicion” of criminal activity to mount prolonged fishing expeditions into the affairs of private individuals.

    The administration then turned to defusing Rowley’s story. Hence the rushed announcement of plans to reorganize the entire intelligence apparatus, even though the particulars are so ill-formed that Bush has no intention of soliciting funds for it this year. Thus, too, the sudden fanfare regarding the arrest of Jose Padilla a month earlier. After the Padilla story had simmered for a couple of days, the administration cheerfully conceded it was less than advertised. It was unlikely Padilla would ever be prosecuted; as a Defense Department deputy told CBS, “I don’t think there was actually a plot beyond some fairly loose talk.”

    Job well done. Padilla served his purpose, which was to steal the last bit of thunder from Rowley’s Congressional testimony a few days earlier. There’s no mystery as to motive: Her disclosures concerning quashed pre-9/11 leads (along with news of the FBI’s so-called Phoenix memo and some unattended CIA leads) called into doubt a main premise of the Bush program—the frantic contention that what we need most going forward is a vastly expanded repertoire of police powers and resources.

    Only the most gullible could believe that a desire to combat terror is the sole agenda here. Every administration since Reagan’s has chased after rollbacks in the civil liberties and curbs on police power wrought in the 60s and 70s by the civil rights movement, the Warren Court, and post-Watergate reformers. And it’s usually done in the name of war, be it on drugs, pornography, child abuse, “welfare as we know it,” or terrorism. The present threat is certainly more real and more precipitous than the sham domestic wars of our recent past, but it’s fair to ask how much additional security we can expect to buy with a wholesale surrender of freedoms and privacy rights. The answer, by FBI Director Robert Mueller’s own sidelong admission, is probably not much. Testifying before a Senate committee in May, Mueller said that the 9/11 hijackers “contacted no known terrorist sympathizers [and] left no paper trail. … As best we can determine, the actual hijackers had no computers, no laptops, no storage media of any kind.” In short, they seem to have done nothing that would have made them any more visible under the expansive new Bush/Ashcroft rules on snooping, electronic and otherwise, than they already were.

    Once the immediate embarrassment engendered by Rowley has passed, we’re bound to see her complaint spun a different way. Why, pundits will be prompted to ask, did FBI administrators refuse to seek a search warrant for Zacarias Moussaoui’s belongings? Another sad case of law enforcement shackled by old liberal due process rules and PR concerns. The moral: Slip the shackles! Let the FBI be the FBI! In truth (and Rowley says as much) the agency had ample cause for a warrant under existing standards, but no one in the bureaucratic daisy chain recognized the possible significance of the case or could be bothered to raise their heads to pursue it.

    The apparent lesson here is that the old powers of domestic surveillance are quite potent if the FBI is doing its job. American intelligence had plenty of information about September 11, we now know. What it lacked was the coordination or the resolve to add two and two. Bush’s new cabinet department is supposed to remedy this, but no executive “clearinghouse” is going to make the FBI and the CIA/NSA play well together. Jealously safeguarding what they know, particularly from each other, is the foundation of their political power.

    The official rejoinder is obvious enough: We have to err on the side of sacrificing freedoms and empowering police agencies, however marginal the gains in domestic security. The stakes are too high to do otherwise. Cold comfort, wouldn’t you say, when the most glaring problem exposed to date is the intelligence machine’s failure to do anything with the information it already had?

    Steve Perry is a contributing editor to The Rake. He can be reached at steve@rakemag.com.

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  • Letters on Minnesota's Top 25 Celebrities of All Time

    Dear Rake Editors,

    Are you out of your alleged minds? Judy Garland is less famous than Josh Hartnett? Okay, maybe among twenty-somethings at this exact second, but the cover said "of all time." Let’s see if "Black Hawk Down" is an annual TV event 60 years from now. Let’s see if people can name the character he played in 2022, let alone 2062! You say that Hartnett is "not yet through with his first fifteen minutes" of fame. Are you sure he’ll get a second fifteen? Tick tock…

    I’m not even going to get started on the absurdity of some of the others you have above the immortal Ms. Garland.

    By the way, Al Franken’s (he also should have been higher on your list) movie "Stuart Saves His Family" was not "astonishingly bad." Either Roger Ebert or his co-host at the time (was Gene Siskel still alive then?) or both gave the movie a good review. So does the Video Movie Guide by Mick Martin & Marsha Porter. The film was a victim of the fallout from other truly awful SNL films released before it. People assumed it was another "It’s Pat" and didn’t bother to go see it and find out they were wrong. Is that what you did, too? You don’t have to like it, of course. There is no accounting for taste (hence the career of Tom Green), but calling it "astonishingly bad" is a bit harsh to say the least.

    D.M. Jordan

    Next page: Defending Robert Bly

  • More on Clinton Collins' column

    Mr. Collins needs to know that this trash problem isn’t just concentrated in northeast Minneapolis. It’s all over the city, and it’s getting worse. When I first moved here, Minneapolis was described as “the most European city in the U.S.” In the quarter century I’ve lived here, I’ve seen that description deteriorate, as the city grows into a collection of neighborhood landfills, as Mr. Collins describes them. I’ve even seen the air quality deteriorate to the point where I’m not certain how much longer I can survive here.

    Steven LeVigne
    Minneapolis

  • Kieran’s Irish Pub’s Letter of the Month

    Father Thomas Buffer’s diary [“Father, Forgive Them,” May] comes off more as a bitter diatribe against the press and modernism than as any real answer as to what to do with priests who violate the trust of children. To imply that “homosexual priests have gotten sexually involved with boys under 18” due to societal acceptance of homosexuality and a modernist, liberal society is so spurious as to be laughable. Millions of people are exposed to these same cultural changes, yet they don’t become pedophiles or ephebophiles. The real issue here is that there are professions in our society that need to be as above reproach as is humanly possible. Teachers, physicians, social workers, psychologists, and the clergy—we put complete faith and trust in their hands. It is bad enough that someone in these professions would violate an adult’s trust. It is even more insidious when the trust of a child is violated, especially because children are obviously dependent on adults for nurturing and direction. It is my experience that the vast majority of priests, rabbis, and pastors are good and decent people who minister to their people with concern and kindness. However, it is articles like this that further reinforce the perception that the church hierarchy is not really concerned about addressing this most troubling of problems. Sanctimonious attacks on the press and the evils of a modern society do nothing to improve the situation.

    Scott Cullen-Benson
    Oakdale

  • All in the Family

    Clinton Collins suggests that all the littering in North Minneapolis is done by young, male African Americans [Free the Jackson Five!, May]. How does he come to this, dare I say, startling conclusion? The people in front of his house were young and black. Therefore, we shall presume his situation is universal for citizens of the North side. But of course this situation isn’t simply limited to this small demographic in Minneapolis. While living on both sides of town (as a result of shared custody), I have noticed trash everywhere. And not, as Collins would lead one to believe, just the areas where the African American population flourishes. Black kids do it, white adults do it. It is not a matter of age, race, or any other social category. When Collins claims that children of color use race as an excuse for littering, he does so without providing any clear proof. This unprompted rebuke of “black victimism” is very offensive, especially to those African American males like me who do practice cleanliness in our environment. I believe the issue my father wished to address is an important one, but his format for doing so was best described as a temper tantrum. He says, “I was mad as hell.” Sorry Dad, but you’re always mad as hell. You focus on a small percentage of people and unleash your unsupported opinions. To this I must say, “Whatchu talkin’ ’bout, Dadda?!”

    Joseph Clinton Collins
    Minneapolis Southwest High School

  • Race for the Cure

    Somalis and African Americans have to end the misunderstanding that exists between them [“I Against I,” May]. Every girl and every boy has to try to talk to each other. They have to believe the reality, not just what they feel or guess. Also, African American and Somali parents and elders have to work to solve this problem. Be peaceful. Remember: Life is in peace, and peace is in life.

    Halima Ali
    Advanced ESL Class
    Edison High School

  • Queen for a Day

    Thanks for your article about this inspiring woman, Nellie Stone Johnson [Native Son, May]. For the past two weeks we here in Britain have been drowning in sycophantic tributes to “the Nation’s Favourite Granny”—the dear old Queen Mum, most of whose 101 pampered years were devoted to flitting between her five homes, backing racehorses, drinking gin, and running up a £4,000,000 overdraft. It’s a pleasure to read about a woman of real achievement.

    Julia D. Atkinson
    York, England

  • More letters about Father, Forgive Them…

    God bless Fr. Thomas Buffer! We need more priests like him to question the accurancy of these reporters who will say anything to get a story. Judge not, lest you be judged. Have these people ever heard of the Ten Commandments? Shame on them. Keep up the good work, Father. I’m praying
    for you and every Catholic priest who stands hids ground. My own uncle is a Catholic priest, and there is no other man I look up to more.

    Sincerely,
    Tricia L.
    Cincinnati, OH

  • Babani’s Kurdish Restaurant

    Tucked away in downtown St. Paul (but then again, what isn’t invariably tucked away down there?), Babani’s is rumored to be the only Kurdish restaurant in the United States. (Quick geography lesson: Kurdistan is a mountainous region occupying 74,000 square miles in southeast Turkey, northwest Iran, northeast Iraq, and northeast Syria—with a population of 25 million people!) Fleeing a Kurdish refugee camp in Turkey, owners Tanya Fuad and Rodwan Nakshabandi arrived in Minnesota and worked at separate jobs until the opportunity to open Babani’s arrived. Meat lovers can enjoy exquisite fare, such as the tawa, featuring chicken sauteed in lemon and spices, baked potato, green pepper, and onion. Vegans will delight in the variety of meatless dishes, including dolmas, biryani, and the Sheik Babani. Forgo your dinner beverage of choice and order the Kurdish lemonade, a sweet thirst-quenching concoction. Perfect, if the weather ever warms up again. Babani’s (651) 602-9964