Three Places in New Haven
Last Saturday I watched, on a somewhat premeditated whim, a matinee performance of All's Well That Ends Well at the Yale Repertory Theatre, which was very snazzy: not too many props or much decor, but all of it well-placed, and fine costumes (set in 30s/40s France & Italy), and good acting. I don't have much by way of theater-review chops, but I can say that I was really drawn in & especially enjoyed the second act, which closes with a string of several really colorful scenes.
Can I just mention a mild pet peeve about spelling it "Theatre"? If the Yale Center for British Art on the same block can spell "Center" the American way, so can this Theater.
Two Sundays back I went on an even less premeditated whim to a folk-band show at the Little Theatre, which also spells it "theatre" but otherwise lives up to its name very well, just being a little theater at the end of a residential block in town. The band was The Mammals, who have some fine-sounding bluegrassy songs (you can hear some on their website, which is what drew me in) but they amplify their instruments, which takes some of the magic away for me. (Though some of their more folk/pop styled songs drew some neat colors out of the amped strings.) The vocals were nice but their original songs usually don't have very interesting lyrics. (Especially the anti-war songs. What's with all this "alone on the homestead" and "bones of the fallen"? Okay, we're in a war, but it's not the Civil War. At least not our civil war.) As far as the scene went, I was about the only person there who wasn't a middle-aged pacifist-looking ex-hippie. So, not quite as hip as the M. Shanghai String Band in Brooklyn. But, still enjoyable.
Two Wednesdays ago I finally went for the first time to Modern Pizza, one of New Haven's famed pizza places, with a recently acquired friend. We split what is one of the main attractions, the Clams Casino pizza. Very good when very hot, especially. (If you're not familiar with Clams Casino: it's like gambling for bacon, and everyone wins!) You'd like this pizza, Pete, the crust is thin and the edge of it gets scorched in the oven. Their bacon was soft and chewy. That was more bacon than I consumed between 2004 and 2005.
At a party I went to the following Friday there was also Modern Pizza, which had been delivered, but it was a bit on the cold and soggy side, possibly because my bottle of Stella Artois foamed over and I had to catch it with my plate. Okay, that was exactly why the pizza was like that. We are swift indeed with the party skills. At least it was onions and green peppers. Someone there must have been on my wavelength.
Can I just mention a mild pet peeve about spelling it "Theatre"? If the Yale Center for British Art on the same block can spell "Center" the American way, so can this Theater.
Two Sundays back I went on an even less premeditated whim to a folk-band show at the Little Theatre, which also spells it "theatre" but otherwise lives up to its name very well, just being a little theater at the end of a residential block in town. The band was The Mammals, who have some fine-sounding bluegrassy songs (you can hear some on their website, which is what drew me in) but they amplify their instruments, which takes some of the magic away for me. (Though some of their more folk/pop styled songs drew some neat colors out of the amped strings.) The vocals were nice but their original songs usually don't have very interesting lyrics. (Especially the anti-war songs. What's with all this "alone on the homestead" and "bones of the fallen"? Okay, we're in a war, but it's not the Civil War. At least not our civil war.) As far as the scene went, I was about the only person there who wasn't a middle-aged pacifist-looking ex-hippie. So, not quite as hip as the M. Shanghai String Band in Brooklyn. But, still enjoyable.
Two Wednesdays ago I finally went for the first time to Modern Pizza, one of New Haven's famed pizza places, with a recently acquired friend. We split what is one of the main attractions, the Clams Casino pizza. Very good when very hot, especially. (If you're not familiar with Clams Casino: it's like gambling for bacon, and everyone wins!) You'd like this pizza, Pete, the crust is thin and the edge of it gets scorched in the oven. Their bacon was soft and chewy. That was more bacon than I consumed between 2004 and 2005.
At a party I went to the following Friday there was also Modern Pizza, which had been delivered, but it was a bit on the cold and soggy side, possibly because my bottle of Stella Artois foamed over and I had to catch it with my plate. Okay, that was exactly why the pizza was like that. We are swift indeed with the party skills. At least it was onions and green peppers. Someone there must have been on my wavelength.
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I will decline comment on your drool spots. However, I must ask that you not refer to me as "Mr. B----," as it is impossible not to read that as "Mister Bitch."
Anyway, let's not compete, even on measurable counts. Life is not some kind of contest.
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