Year: 2007

  • Grab your rifle and head to the MOA

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    Last time I went to the Mall of America was about ten years ago. My sister was getting married. And my mother swore I would find a good deal on a rehearsal dinner dress at Nordstrom.

    I parked on Level 26. Entered through a door that I would find out later looked like every single other one at the mighty mall. Walked a few miles through oodles of gadgets and clothing tables, burping electronic devices and at least three Disney stores. Then I found myself in what was then Camp Snoopy: roller coaster overhead, children screaming, lights flashing, and the smells of all those foods that aren’t really — hot dogs, cotton candy, synthetic nacho cheese — wafting through the air.

    I fled, dress-less, and promised myself I would never go back.

    Yet, here I am — not only going to the Mall but asking you to go as well. Because on Wednesday, September 19, winemaker Barbara Snider will be hosting a food and wine pairing dinner, featuring Fess Parker wines, at the Napa Valley Grille.

    I’m not quite old enough to remember Fess Parker. But I hear he played some frontiersman, Davy Crockett or Daniel Boone — one of those guys who carried a long, mean gun and wore a dead animal atop his head — on 1950’s-era prime time TV. After several decades of wearing a coonskin cap, Parker was typecast. (Who’da thunk?) So in the ’80’s, tired of the acting gig, he took his Hollywood riches, bought some land in Santa Barbara, and opened a winery.

    Against all odds [at least, if I were making the odds], Parker’s wines are terrific.

    There’s Frontier Red, a big, happy beefsteak of a blend, made from a half dozen different kinds of grape. A Chardonnay that’s full and fruity and rich, not quite buttery but creamy smooth. And Parker Station Pinot Noir, a nicely structured cherry-forward wine that’s better than most in its price range.

    Nothing but wine of this quality could make me brave the monstrous mall. But for dinner with Barbara, I’m willing. Meet me at Napa Valley Grille for a menu of onion toast with smoked trout, lamb lollipops, oysters, braised oxtail, octopus salad, corn cakes, and coffee ice cream sandwiches, served with four select Fess Parker wines. Tickets are only $55, and 10% of the proceeds will go to the Sow the Seeds fund, helping regional farmers who lost their crops due to flood.

    For more information, call 952-858-9934.

  • On Tour with SPCO

    Check out Minnesota Stories’ latest video, Budapest to Berlin: On Tour wth the SPCO.

  • Spanish Wine Syndrome

    Twice since I began this blog, someone has told me, “It’s painful to read your entries on red wine. I love the taste. But I can’t drink it; I get a terrible migraine if I take even a sip.” One, a male, said he’d been this way all his drinking life. But the other, a woman about ten years older than I am, told me it had come on suddenly in her mid-40’s. This, I found frightening. So I’ve done some reading on the syndrome, sometimes called Red Wine Headache.

    I count myself as lucky that I’m not generally sensitive to wine — especially as I’m a pale-skinned redhead who’s allergic to about a dozen other things, including mushrooms, which I love, and lanolin, one of the greatest natural moisturizers on earth.

    I do, however, have to be careful. Every once in a while, a wine will affect me poorly: causing me to feel tired and headachy but making me restless when I do sleep, leaving me listless and dyspeptic the next day. And I can’t even tell you why. . . .

    Here’s what I can say: when this does happen, it’s nearly always after an inexpensive Spanish, Portugese, or South American wine made exclusively from Tempranillo or Malbec grapes.

    Last night, for instance, I drank a single glass of the Bajoz Tinta de Toro Crianza. It’s an interesting wine: soft on the tongue at first, then full of dark cherry and oak, with such a tannic finish it makes the insides of your cheeks pucker and leaves them dry. Typically, I like a fuller, warmer finish. But the bottle was open, and my husband — who lived in Barcelona for several years — loves a Spanish red.

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    Today, however, I’m regretting my adventurous, it’ll-be-different-this-time attitude. Though I enjoyed the flavor of the Bajoz Crianza, I felt totally wiped out just 40 minutes after finishing it (which was frustrating, as I’d drunk only one glass because I had a lot to do) and went to bed early but was fitful all night. I slept in a little yet awoke this morning with that dull mallet-to-the-head feeling that I associate not with overindulgence but with certain wines.

    Make no mistake: this is in no way an indictment of the Bajoz — any more than my allergy to mushrooms reflects negatively on wild shitakes or morels. I, for some reason, simply don’t respond well to Tempranillo, particularly if its very tannic.

    I used to believe it was added sulfites causing my adverse reaction. According to experts, such as this biochemist-turned-winemaker, that simply isn’t the case. And if the problem is indeed a slight tannin or histamine sensitivity, it’s possible I might circumvent it by drinking a cup of black tea (whose bioflavonoids are anti-inflammatory) beforehand.

    With so many wonderful wines in the world, it’s not hard to find alternatives. Even four-dollar Chiantis tend to agree with me. But for the sake of science, and the woman I know who can no longer drink red wine, I may try the tea cure on a night when I can afford (in case it doesn’t work) to lose the sleep.

  • MNfashion Weekend

    The week’s big event is MNfashion Weekend, starting Wednesday (well, sort of) and lasting through Sunday. I made a guest appearance in yesterday’s Strib to talk about the lineup, and to recommend some of the happenings. But, of course, there has been at least one update since I wrote the piece: I’ve since learned that the only invite-only event at MNfashion Weekend, an Eclecticoiffeur launch party and runway show, will star my two favorite local designers: Katherine Gerdes and George Moskal (lust!). If you didn’t already know, Eclecticoiffeur (I always spell it wrong … ) is a hair-makeup-fashion styling consortium. And, as these bookings indicate, the group has impeccable taste. In fact, one of their stylists, Jahna, has been featured on this blog at least twice. (She’s quite the classy lady … ) If you weren’t lucky enough to procure an invitation, you can always check out the after-party. But know that this is the wave of the future, folks. If ever anyone is going to take MNfashion Weekend seriously, then we’ve got to drop the Minnesota Nice and inject the thing with an air of clubbishness.

  • Another Victim of the Iraq War

    The Independent’s Robert Fisk writes that the wanton destruction of archeological sites in Iraq is nothing less than “the death of history”.

  • Jane Austen Book Club

    by Danielle Kurtzleben

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    You can’t blame a movie studio for wanting to get more butts in the seats. The posters for The Jane Austen Book Club have the tagline, “You don’t have to know the books to be in the club” above an open book, its pages curved into the shape of a heart — reassuring potential moviegoers that the film is not inscrutable to everyone but literature scholars, and that there will be a healthy dose of romance. Indeed, enjoying Book Club does not require advance reading, and there is plenty of romantic angst and bliss to go around. But in the end, like any Austen book, the film is a delight, with more to offer than meets the eye. And for better or worse, like any Austen book, it is a crowd-pleaser.

    The premise of The Jane Austen Book Club is simple: six variously connected people (five women, one man) form a book club centered on the six complete Jane Austen novels, focusing on one book per month. As the six move through the books, their lives take on echoes of the plotlines and themes of the books that they read.

    Thanks in part to good casting, Book Club handles the problem of having not one but six central characters admirably and intelligently. Each character is allowed one or two defining characteristics — Sylvia, the uncertain recent divorcee (Amy Brenneman); her daughter, Allegra, the self-absorbed bohemian (Maggie Grace); the aptly-named Prudie (a hilariously uptight Emily Blunt); the clueless but endearing Grigg (Hugh Dancy), and so on. With its capable cast (which also includes Maria Bello and a wonderful Kathy Baker), the characters become well-rounded, despite their one-dimensional set-ups.

    Book Club is at its strongest when it is at its most unapologetic — reveling in its literary theme and being unabashedly feminine. The women in the book club convey genuine excitement over Austen’s characters, making a convert of Grigg, as well as a few of their husbands and lovers. (Herein also lies a post-modern gem for Austen-lovers: love doesn’t conquer all; Austen conquers all, even saving a marriage or two in the process.) Furthermore, Book Club is one of the few recent mass-market films to feature a cast made up of mostly (gasp!) middle-aged women who are gorgeous in spite of (one might say because of) not trying to starve, sex, or makeup themselves younger. (Sad, really, that one needs to congratulate a film on this modest achievement.)

    The Jane Austen Book Club is not without its faults, of course. The setting is ridiculously upper-middle-class, with wines and dog-breeding and Whole Foods abounding. Robin Swicord (director and screenwriter) and Karen Joy Fowler (author of the novel upon which the film is based) are painfully drawn to cliché — the groundbreaking use of skydiving as a symbol for youth and freedom (yawn), for example. Perhaps most inexplicable is the treatment of the lesbianism of Ms. Grace’s Allegra… namely, the fact that all of her scenes alone with her (also gorgeous) partner are softly-lit, with soft music, and take place in either a bed or a bathtub. One hopes (please, God) this is tongue-in-cheek… but somehow it seems unlikely. Such slip-ups are ridiculous in a movie that is otherwise subtle and witty.

    One further caveat is that there is book-themed dialog that will be meaningless to the Austen virgin. But, as the tagline would suggest, don’t let that stop you from seeing this film. Book Club is smart and funny in its exploration of romantic idioms, and is worth a viewing, if only as a palate-cleanser to the sanitized and dumbed-down romantic comedy.

  • Monday Monday

    THEATER & PERFORMANCE
    Inside the Gate

    In 1988, after twenty-one years of being governed by a hearing president and board of trustees, students and faculty of Gallaudet University — a campus specifically created for deaf people — protested the hypocrisy of maintaining a hearing “insider” at the helm. Their efforts and achievements — among them Gallaudet’s first deaf president, I. King Jordan — are the subject of Evonne Bilotta-Burke’s new documentary script, Insight the Gate. Tonight, the University of Minnesota Theatre, Minnesota North Star Academy, Minnesota State Academy for the Deaf, and Eden Prairie High School, will come together for a collaborative staged reading of Bilotta-Burke’s script, using a unique blend of ASL and English to educate us about the 1988 protests, as well as the 2006 protests following Jordon’s retirement.

    7-9 p.m., Stoll Thrust Theatre, Rarig Center, West Bank Arts Quarter, University of Minnesota, 330 21st Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-625-4001; free.

    DANCE
    Ooh La Lounge

    ooh_la_lounge.jpgOften time, as I put together the Secrets of the Day, I really have to do my research, dig for details, and settle on the best way to convey what an event is all about. But every now and then, my frustration comes at having to find an alternate way to present a perfectly accurate description. Not today. Their own description says it all: “An egotistical cowboy, a mourning lip-synching private dick, overzealous water ballerinas, a sexy beat poet grandma, fainting and fawning milkmaids, and feline-ish backup dancers. What do these have in common? They are all characters in Ooh La Lounge: An Evening of Dance and Jazz. You may be wondering what this Ooh La Lounge thing is all about. The show features a phenomenal live jazz combo and silly, crazy choreography by Erica Pinigis. Come early, get good seats, order some drinks. Pink Martinis, Burgundy, Tequila, and Champagne are recommended. Have fun! Bring a date! Dress up! Spend an evening “ooh la lounging” in style! It all adds up to a fun, fabulous, fancy, fashionable, farcical, feast of frolicking foibles.” (An excess of exclamation points, perhaps, but it’s certainly enticing.)

    7 p.m., Varsity Theater, 1308 4th St. S.E., Minneapolis; 612-604-0222; $10.

    MUSIC
    How Big Is Big?

    2061206441.jpgThey’ve been around for two and a half decades. They’ve sold over four million records. They created the music for The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. They created the “Doctor Evil” song from Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me. They won a Grammy in 2002. And frankly, I think this all pretty much proves that They Might [indeed] Be Giants. Brooklyn alt-rockers John Linnell and John Flansburgh will be performing in town this evening with Irish electronic popsters Oppenheimer.

    8 p.m., First Avenue, 701 1st Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612-332-1775; $22.

    FILM
    A Sneak Peak into The Kingdom

    thumb_kingdom-poster-0.jpgWhen Americans get killed in a bombing incident on a U.S base in a foreign country — first of all, we call it terrorism. Then, we send in the covert operators to “get to the bottom of it,” or whatever else mission they concoct. We flex our muscles. And we make a movie about it. That pretty much sums it up. And this pretty much sums up director Peter Berg’s new film, The Rundown and Friday Night Lights, Berg brings together an all-star cast in this dramatic thriller. Watch Jamie Foxx, Jennifer Garner, Chris Cooper, Jason Bateman, and Jeremy Piven get together on a quest for justice in The Kingdom.

    7:30 p.m., Oak Street Cinema, 309 Oak St. S.E., Minneapolis; $8 (seniors $6, members/students $5).

    BOOK
    The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

    9781594489587L.jpg ” target=”_blank”>Drown, appeared ten years ago and drew the kind of attention usually reserved for writers with more established résumés. A big part of that was the cool intensity of the prose, which chronicled the lives of adolescent boys living in hardscrabble communities in the Dominican Republic, or transplanted to equally challenging environments in New York and New Jersey. The stories were alternately grim and funny, and Diaz never condescended, making liberal use of native dialect and slang. So enthused were editors at the New Yorker that they named Diaz one of the twenty top writers for the twenty-first century. Something happened on the way to literary superstardom, however; a novel, A Cheater’s Guide to Love, was scheduled for release in 1997, but never appeared. Perhaps The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao has been salvaged from that earlier project, but who knows. Early indications are that this debut novel–a multicultural, multilingual tale of epic bad luck–more than justifies the decade-long wait. –by Brad Zellar

    On the shelves today at Barnes & Noble Booksellers Galleria, 3225 W. 69th, Edina; 952-920-0633.

    FOOD
    See Breaking Bread for “The Week in Eating.” Apparently, the Campus Club at the University of Minnesota will host a KBEM Jazz Dinner this evening.

  • Do Bees Even Have Knees?

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    Yeah, they bug me too … like when I’m sitting on a sticky hay bale trying to shove a cider-brined brat with apple-onion relish into my face at my favorite orchard, and there’s nothing but the buzzing and the swatting.

    But.

    Have you heard about the bee paradox? It’s a full-blown mystery worthy of some reading.

    Read this.
    And then this.
    And finally this.

    And if you go into Figlio and catch Chef Rex, well he’ll just about talk your ear off on the subject.

    But I think yellow-jackets are still fair game.

  • Who We Thought They Were

    Is anyone surprised that the absurd quarterback situation bit the Vikings today, resulting in a 20-17 overtime loss to the Lions?

    There are precious few positions that are absolutely crucial in team sports. But quarterback ranks with hockey goalie and starting pitcher as a spot where a markedly subpar performance almost always dooms your ballclub. Surely coach Brad Childress knows this, so he is either arrogant enough to believe he can do with Tavaris Jackson what the Eagles did with Donovan McNabb, stupid enough to believe he won’t get fired if he turns last year’s 6-10 into the same or worse this season, or he has the word of the owner that he has at least another year after this one–and believes it. Which, again, makes him either very arrogant or very stupid.

    Jackson seems like a good dude, and admirably accepted the heat for a terrible, terrible performance today. But that’s really about the only positive thing you can say about him right now. All four of his interceptions were cringe-inducing, not a single one tipped by a defender or bouncing in or off a receiver. Instead, they revealed a lack of judgment, a lack of touch, and a lack of self-possession in more ways than one. It is really difficult to imagine this guy approaching the caretaker status of a Trent Dilfer, let alone someone who can win you ballgames on his own. I know it takes time to learn, and young QBs inevitably look shaky, but c’mon, last week’s ugly squeaker over Atlanta is the current highpoint of his career, which is exactly what you’d expect from a guy whose best attribute was being a stud athlete, and who didn’t even play major college football.

    So far almost everything is going according to form with these Vikings. Most of their supposed strengths are indeed strong, but not nearly strong enough to overcome their obviously crippling weaknesses. I don’t pretend to follow the game as closely as I do pro hoops, or even baseball, but I have seen seven of their eight and half quarters thus far this season (including today’s entire contest) and am myself arrogant or stupid enough to spout off about my impressions.

    **Adrian Peterson was even more impressive this week than on opening day. Yeah, I know his numbers were mediocre at best, but Peterson bounced off the first guy to hit him at least eight times today, and bounced off multiple people at least three or four, including that beautiful run–a mix of grit, lateral threading and that glorious speed of his–to set up Jackson’s arm-stretched running TD for the only six by the Vikes’ offense. At least ten times he picked up substantially more yardage than an average back would have garnered. One of his first carries of the day, an off tackle play to the left, wasn’t there for him and his jag to the sideline seemed to be accomplished simultanously with his upfield explosion. It was probably only about a 6, 7 yard run, but it was the kind of play that scares the shit out of defensive coordinators on tape and gets linebackers and defensive ends warned to prioritize the “outside contain,” which is why it would be fun to either throw Chester Taylor (when healthy) back there with Peterson or give the ball to Tony Richardson (when healthy) up the gut more often. The plays with my man (I may be his last staunch supporter, but I love the guy) Mewelde Moore and Peterson sharing a backfield were likewise very successful today.

    One last thing about Peterson; you hear all this stuff about how he runs too high, doesn’t get low enough. I’ll concede that this might increase his risk of injury, but otherwise, man, it’s part of his style, and everyone should leave him alone about it. A lot of fabulous backs ran high in their day, including Walter Payton, Christian Okoye and to a lesser extent Emmitt Smith. Besides, Peterson plays off that high style, in that he often lowers his shoulder and rises up to shrug off tacklers–that’s one of the reasons they bounce off him. Watching him, you can certainly understand why his collarbone is injury-prone, and people coming at him sidewise really can measure him for a monster hit. But like all great backs, so much of what he is doing is intuitive and can’t really be changed without sacrificing something good. Leave him alone and cross your fingers. And notice right now that it is Taylor and Richardson who are dinged, not AP.

    ** About the only thing that has really surprised me about the Vikes this season surprised me about them last year too, but I foolishly bought the hype again over the off-season: Their offensive line is way overrated. The right side was going to be shakey from the start, but the fabled left side, the expensive, star-studded trio of McKinnie-Hutchinson-Birk, simply aren’t as good as their reputations. Shaun Rogers had a whale of a day at the nose tackle over Birk, and Corey Redding likewise was often in the backfield. There were precious few gaping holes for Peterson and co. to run through, and precious few occasions when Jackson could drop back in the pocket and casually survey the field. Those three stud linemen, plus Peterson, pretty much comprise the Vikings’ only hope for offensive success this season, and the beef isn’t pulling their weight in the expectations game.

    **If you’re going to have a QB as inexperienced as Jackson, it certainly would be nice to have at least one quality receiver to help bail him out. Bobby Wade came to Minnesota with the stats of a journeyman and has demonstrated a journeyman’s skill set thus far. On a quality team he’d be your third receiver, at best, someone you threw in the slot on passing downs. Troy Williamson dropped two more passes today and is either physically or mentally incapable of overcoming this glaring flaw enough to gamble on his great speed. Sidney Rice looked good in the preseason, and made a good block on the screen pass versus Atlanta that helped spring Peterson for six. Don’t know if Rice was injured or if Childress just decided to ride Robert Ferguson, but if this is indeed a rebuilding year (and only the most deluded fan would conclude otherwise), why not let Jackson and Rice get to know each other under game conditions as often as possible? Ferguson is obviously on the back end of his career. In any event, Wade-Williamson-Ferguson isn’t going to stretch the field or otherwise scare anybody, especially with Jackson under center.

    **It really is a shame that the line of scrimmage in a football game is one of the toughest places to really spotlight and appreciate a great defender. A good case can be made that Kevin Williams and Pat Williams are the best interior line tandem in the NFL right now, and when Kevin Williams breaks through and forces a fumble, as happened today, it reinforces the point. But most of the time teams don’t even bother to run at the Williams boys–the Lions certainly didn’t much today, and if the Falcons had anyone other than Joey Harrington they probably wouldn’t have either–and when they do, it is just a rugby-like scrum most of the time. Kevin Williams is a better Keith Millard, and that’s saying something because Millard, while being a crazy, ‘roided MF, had some fabulous games in the pit. But the Vikes have never had a run-stuffer as good as Pat Williams was last season. Teams that live and die by the run, like the Bears, are going to be the most enjoyable opponents for the Vikings this season; although Chicago will probably even turn Rex Grossman loose against this pass defense.

    **Which brings us to Cedric Griffin. I don’t know the coverages, so I don’t know if the Lions were picking on Griffin as much as it seemed today. But you certainly didn’t see them completing much on Antonio Winfield. Griffin was one of my favorite players last year because he was upbeat and played with a no-nonsense attitude. But you can’t teach height, and one of the few smart observations by today’s commentators made the point about the physical disparity between Griffin and Lions receiver Roy Williams, not to mention the huge rookie Calvin Johnson. The Vikings’ third round pick out of Fresno didn’t have a great day either; ditto the linebackers in pass pro. Put it this way: The Vikes haven’t come close to facing a quality quarterback yet, and already their secondary has been exposed. Hats off to Darren Sharper for two picks and heady forced fumble, and, to be fair, the defense has played well enough to be competitive both weeks thus far. But with the lack of offensive firepower, that back seven can’t be as inconsistent as they’ve shown.

    **Will we be looking at Kelly Holcomb before too long? Of all three signal-callers on the roster, he’s the one with the most experience and the best credentials. Is Childress really prepared to go with Jackson through thick and thin? If so, tickets at the Dome are going to be fairly easy to come by around Thanksgiving.

  • The Week in Eating

    Monday, September 17, the Campus Club at the University of Minnesota will host Jazz88 FM’s monthly RestauranTour benefit dinner. It’s a winning combination – a talented chef, Mary Cashman (formerly of the No Wake Cafe), an interesting menu: heirloom tomato salad, fig-stuffed chicken roulade, and apple galette with thyme whipped cream, a reasonable price ($50 per person, including accompanying wines), and a worthy cause: public radio. And since KBEM-FM is a jazz radio station, there will be piano accompaniment by jazz pianist Alissa Wendelshafer of the U of M school of music.
    I attended the last Jazz 88 Restaurant Tour, a Peruvian dinner prepared by chef Rachel Rubin at the LeDuc mansion in Hastings, and had a terrific time. For reservations or more information, contact Kevin Barnes at, or visit the KBEM website and click on Restaurantour.

    Why didn’t we think of that? The Sample Circuit organizes Happy Hour expeditions to a different restaurant every week. You get to nibble and nosh your way through a sampling of the restaurant’s menu offerings, and taste some featured wines and spirits, all for $38. This Tuesday, September 18, they’ll visit Azia, the Asian fusion restaurant on Eat Street. To sign up, go to the Sample Circuit website.