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Wednesday, November 24, 2004

January 2005-Film Review: Pumping Iron(advanced copy)

not yet published

Pumping Fe(26, 55.485) (iron)

Arnold has corporal perfection is down to a science.

If you go to a gym, eat tasteless workout bars, or bought that piece of junk Jackie Chan was selling on television, it is because of the 1977 docudrama, Pumping Iron, starring Arnold Schwarzenegger. Think not?
While mostly being remembered as the flic that launched the career of everyone’s favorite Austrian, Pumping Iron is unfairly overlooked as the Saturday Night Fever of the fitness world, (oddly released in the same year) acting as a major cultural catalyst. Before Pumping Iron, body builders were thought of as insecure, egomaniacal “muscle men” who threatened wimpy guys on the beach. In those days, if you weren’t trying to make varsity football, lifting weights was an extreme length to go to for health and fitness. But by showcasing the personalities as well as the admirable dedication of the featured players, filmmakers George Butler and Robert Fiore pushed the underground culture into the spotlight and America into the gym.
Like most documentaries, it’s not the high production values that are praiseworthy here but the construction of drama, creation of “heroes” and “villains” and the honest portrayal of the subculture that makes audiences connect with the film; that of course, and Arnold.
Watching him psyche out the competition through over the top displays of confidence is pure confectionary entertainment. He has such an incredible assuredness and absolute magnetism about him that although the movie was constructed around his attempt at an unheard of sixth Mr. Olympia title, (the greatest honor bestowed upon body builders), there is little doubt about who would go on to bigger things.
Fascinating to me was the meticulous way in which the “builders” constructed their physiques. The exact nature with which they apply specific exercises to increase, define or lengthen their muscles is nearly scientific. Arnold likened the process to art, more specifically sculpture; but the difference of opinion hardly worth getting pummeled over.
Among those sculpting with Arnold at Gold’s gym in Venice Beach, my very favorite was the Italian born Franco Columbu. He is humbler and smaller than Arnold but every bit as competitive. I love the segment of him in his Sardinian home town eating dinner with his old-country parents. I also enjoy the scenes where he makes himself useful by picking up a stuck car or when he and Arnold take ballet lessons. In the film we are told Franco and Arnold have been good friends since their early European competitions. I later learned that Franco was Arnold’s best man in his marriage to Maria Shriver in 1986. I was also excited to find out that he now has his Ph.D. in Chiropractic medicine and works in West Los Angeles. I think I will go in for a visit and a realignment.
You don’t have to be a gym rat to like Pumping Iron, you just have to like Arnold, and who wouldn’t after that great car tax refund! The spirit of fun in the whole undertaking of this project makes it lighthearted and enjoyable. If you want to have a good laugh and honestly, if you want to get inspired, I have no better recommendation then this movie. And the 25th special edition DVD has all sorts of commentaries and extra footage that are really satisfying after you’ve watched the picture and have grown attached to the characters.

December 2004-Film Review: Shower(2000, Chinese) (advanced copy)

not yet published

Shower

I’d like to share a wonderful movie with you. It’s not a very well known film and the odds aren’t good that you’ve seen it but it was very popular in China and much of the world winning numerous awards and accolades. To some, this will spike terrific interest, but to those of you who, “don’t like to read at the movies”, before you turn the page, please allow me tell you a little about one of my new favorite films.
It’s called Shower and it’s not about adult situations, towel snapping in high school locker rooms or practicing regular hygiene. It is about relationships; between father and son, men, community, husband and wife and humanity on a larger level.
Shower is set in a suburban men’s bath house, a mix between a sort of broken down Burke William's, Cheers, and a pool hall. The proprietor, Liu (Xu Zhu), an old man generous of heart acts as mediator, host, marriage counselor, entertainer and shrink to the men of the local community. Liu has two sons, the younger whom lives with him, Er (Wu Jiang) is mentally handicapped and his elder son, Da (Quanxin Pu) is a career driven executive living in a Southern cosmopolitan center who initially shows embarrassment in how humbly his father and brother live.
Da, believing that his father has died, comes back after misinterpreting a letter from his brother. But before he can jump back on the next plane heading south, he begins to see the value in the family life he has been missing out on for so many years. We see him evolve from cold and modern to warm and familial.
And it is that very element of changing life encapsulated within Shower that makes it so engrossing. The characters are all flushed out with such care and precision that we are genuinely concerned with each of them and the journey they individually go on. The natural pace of the film is rolled out masterfully and deliberately by relative newcomer, Yang Zhang who also penned the piece.
Many times Zhang captures deep emotional connections and exchanges through short and often wordless scenes, which in a foreign film, add a great deal to audience interpretation and personal connection. What is not said, rather what is subtly understood between characters, often is more powerful than Hollywood’s heavy-handed and noisey mise-en-scene.
There isn’t much of a soundtrack either except for showing patrons, source music and rhythmic hand-slap back messages. However the film is more than vibrant as the bath house is filled with the sights and sounds of old men pitting their fighting crickets against one another, young entrepreneurs testing out half cocked business plans, wives yelling at henpecked husbands through steam filled corridors and a constant colloquium on all subjects the human experience.
Enough can’t be said for the fine work of the entire cast with each supporting player adding a unique facet to the filmic canvas. I do, however, reserve my highest regard for the three leads whose roles were crafted with sincerity, honesty and humanity. They create real people with genuine relationships who are increasingly intriguing. One actor in particular, Xu Zhu, I have seen in another film made a few years prior to Shower called Bian Lian, (The King of Masks) This film is priceless and I highly regaurd it.
There are no martial arts in this movie. There aren’t any flying or wire-enabled treetop battles of will. There is, however a good story and a very intimate connection between the characters of the story and the audience. And while all being very Chinese, Shower remains so naturally familiar to American audiencecs because of how very human it is.

Shower (Xizao). 2000. USA.
Rated: PG-13
Runtime: 92 min
Country: China
Language: Mandarin (Subtities)

November 2004-Restaurant review: Samurai sushi & roll

Samurai Sushi & Roll
Miso Soup for You!
1158 S. Harbor Blvd. Fullerton, Ca 92832
Sun-Thur: 11:30am-10pm Fri-Sat: 11:30am-11pm
Closed Mon-Fri: 2:30pm-4:30pm
Mon-Thur: 4:30-6pm Happy Hour

I like sushi a lot, but that does not mean I know a lot about sushi. Let’s face it, fresh fish prepared by highly skilled chef/artisans is not quite as affordable as a Double Double made by a high school sophomore. My sushi experiences are ones I like to be filled with copious amounts of raw fish and a few choice friends, so getting the funds and schedules to come together can make them a rare treat. The fare was exceptional and the company was an unlikely mix of friends that made for the most interesting and enjoyable evening in recent memory.
For me, sushi has either been a quaint, quiet and polite experience, or a sake bombing, happy hour of all you can eat and drink rowdiness. Samurai Sushi and Roll seems to fall somwhere in the between. The restaurant itself was larger than I expected and carried through the front door the pleasent but surprising aroma of the grille. With it’s Zen and sparse decor and track of “J Pop”, popular Japanese music running in the background, Samurai made for a unique mix of the traditional and the modern.
Standing behind the sushi bar were smiling, humorous and loquacious chefs who create an engratiating and fun atmosphere. The service was very friendly and accommodating and the food was incredibly satisfying. That night we tried a few things I had never heard of nor seen before, and truly, that is just the reason I signed up for this job.
Among our best choices were the simple and fresh sashimi($12) comprised of two peices of the following; salmon, yellow tail, halibut, and tuna, yellow tail and salmon being my personal favorite. Enjoying them plain or dipping them in a mixture of soy sauce and wasabi is a rule of thumb for me. What I like best about sashimi is that it balences out the complex and rich flavors often found in the sushi rolls giving your palate a break.
For example, I have to admit that one of my very favorite dishes was one that seemed to be the least traditional. Nevertheless, the Dream roll($10) was delicious in a way I’ve seldom experienced. Half sushi roll of crab, avacado and cucumber, half creamy baked Salmon, arranged in a circle with baked scallops in the middle... well, it’s a really unique indulgence. You must try it.
I also found myself bogarting the Rainbow roll($8) which, arranged in a semi-circle, was topped with seven different fish with a range of hues creating a spectrum of flavor that was as appealing to the tongue as it was to my eyes. And the eel topped Dragon roll($7.50), well known for it’s potency boosting properties in men caused both a fight and a lascivious discusion to break out over the last piece.
One dish which got mixed reviews at the table was the Hot Night roll($8). With cucumber, shrimp and ground tuna mixed with hot spices, we enjoyed the taste but found the texture a bit mushy. I would have liked the tuna in whole pieces instead. But combined with hot sake and ice cold Ahsahi, everything was balenced well.
The dessert menu was limited to green tea ice cream or Mochi Ball ice cream in mango or green tea flavors. Those of you who have never tried Mochi Balls must do so post haste. They are small scoops of rich and smooth ice cream inside a gummy sort of covering or shell that you can hold. The texture is really my favorite part of a Mochi. (You can also get them at Trader Joe’s.)
The only downside to our evening was that we got carried away with ordering rolls and didn’t concentrate enough on trying any of the appetizers or grilled items that smelled so good on the way in. Samurai may not be a sushi house straight out of Kyoto, but it is terribly tasty, very friendly and comparable in price to other haunts you might be familiar with. I will return very soon.

Oranges
Food: 4
Ambiance: 3
Service: 4

October 2004-Food review: Stubrik's steak house

It’s Pronounced STUB-RIK’S


Stubrik’s steak house is a bit rough around the edges. Rough like Jesse James from Monster Garage or Brando in The Wild One. Sure, they get along with most folks but some people just take them the wrong way. That’s Stubrik’s; one part good hearted biker bar two parts college booze house and three parts Irish pub, mix liberally with some pool tables upstairs and guitar heavy live music, pour in a frosty mug and enjoy.
Unlike other Fullerton night spots, Stubrik’s does not have DJ’s spinning repetitive bass grooves with laser sounds or a waiting line of barely legal patrons looking for scurrilous opportunities to exercise frat-house libidos. They don’t pretend to have a dance floor, their servers are more than 50% clad and you can be yourself instead of pasting on that mirror perfected Zoolander glare.
When entering Stubrik’s you immediately feel the clamor bouncing off the brick walls as folks enjoy themselves over quality brews, charismatic meals and good conversation. Sitting in the more private booths towards the back, we started the evening with a crab cake appetizer($10). Although on the small side(about the size of a Chip’s Ahoy cookie) being tasty and coming in threes won me over. Yet the garlic cheese bread($4) suggested by the server, however cheesy, fluffy and quasi garlicky it may have been, proved itself a nonessential.
The salads(incl./$4 side) themselves were simple and satisfying and as you might expect from a steak house, the blue cheese dressing was rich and creamy. While we waited for our entrees, a brief time at most, we soaked our conversation in many the witty repartee as well as two notable libations. One being a delightfully warm and inviting BV merlot from XXXX ($X) and the other a Stubrik’s specialty, the rablerousing Irish Root beer($X) containing Guinness, Bailey’s, Bushmill’s and a dab of Bacardi 151 making it a creamy, strong and voluptuous choice. And before my eyes could alert me, my nostrils perked up at attention with the exciting aroma of perfectly seasoned grilled food.
Being ever the lover of all dishes bovine, I decided to undermine my reputation and go for the sautéed jumbo tiger shrimp which was prepared in an olive oil, white wine and lemon garlic sauce; delicious($17). One of my companions enjoyed her tongue tingling cajun charred chicken($14) which was darkened and flame licked on the outside, but still tender and juicy on the inside. All this while my other two diners excitedly made their way through both the sprawling and take-homeable 16 oz ribeye($21) and the slightly smaller but every bit as welcoming 12 oz New York cut($21). And just as envy was about to consume me, they offered me a forkful. Do you think I dine with barbarians?
Stubrik’s ain't cheap but it’s not wedding proposal expensive either. It’s perfect for old friends, second dates, girls/guys nights out and plenty in-betweens. It’s a simple deal when you walk into the brick shoe-box shaped establishment; come in, get something tasty to eat, have a drink, talk with friends or meet a few new ones. You really can’t do many of the above at many other Fullerton “hot spots”. Those venues fit their niche but for those who want a little more “meat” in their night life, this is really the place; here and Steamers, but that's another article.

Oranges
Food: 4
Atmosphere: 5
Service: 4 (I think we should add this)


Just Desserts
Make sure you get yours.
Among the many taste adventures that await you in California Health Foods(XXXX Commonwealth), my personal favorite treat happens to be something I was raised on and purchased frequently/exclusively at this store. It’s Panda brand all natural licorice and it comes by the box or bar. I like strawberry the best but black and raspberry also temp me like a siren. It’s a different but delicious licorice.

September 2004-Food review: Champions of Breakfast

Champions of Breakfast
Five of the best restaurants in *Fullerton to break your nightly fast.

Breakfast is a down right difficult meal to eat out five days in a row. Much like Las Vegas, the cholesterol rich foods found on the breakfast menu are enjoyable almost to a fault. Making them a frequent indulgence can be hazardous to your health. However, if you choose to live life on the edge, have self-destructive tendencies or carry an inexhaustible prescription for Lipitor, this is the restaurant review you’ve been dreaming about. Enjoy these breakfast suggestions with gusto, confidence and good company.


(In no particular order)
Spot: Kimmie’s Coffee Cup
Details:(Now at two locations) 6am-2pm
Fullerton: 714-449-1580; O.G. Kimmie’s at 1605 W. Commonwealth on the corner of Basque
Brea: 714-529-4022; 770 Brea Blvd.
The “Skinny”: Kimmie’s corners the hole-in-the wall breakfast nook market with reasonable prices, an undeniably attractive wait staff and tasty, home style, quality food with a tendency towards the sweet side. The atmosphere at Kimmie’s is always friendly and relaxed and with the quaint nature of both locations, you get this feeling like you’ve discovered a great secret. Bring a friend and let them in on it.
Must haves: Vanilla French Toast; anything that comes with their incredibly meaty and lean thick strips of bacon; Cinnamon toast; Chicken fried steak and eggs(with country potatoes abounding) and the Scrambler(!) And don’t forget a cup of world class Farmer’s Bros. coffee, only sold in serious restaurants.

Spot: The Brownstone Cafe
Details: 714-526-9123. 305 N. Harbor Blvd. (in Villa del Sol), Fullerton. Breakfast: 7am-11pm
The “Skinny”: Located in thee most romantic courtyard in Fullerton, The Brownstone Cafe is perfect for breaking fast with your dear friend and/or lover. Not being primarily a “Breakfast place”, the Brownstone doesn’t carry an extensive morning menu, but the dishes they do offer are all tasty and most even healthy.
Must haves: Their omelet is hearty, savory and bulging with your choice of four items such as avocado, red onion, ham, Mozzarella or Cheddar cheese, comes with seasoned potatoes(which are the stuff of legend) and your choice of sausage or bacon; and do not forget to try the croissant breakfast sandwich: the scrambled eggs with melted in cheese, bacon betwixt a fluffy, buttery croissant is so pleasing an experience it just might be better suited for the dating column.

Spot: *Original Pancake House 714-535-9815
Details: Anaheim(I know, not in Fullerton, but hey, these flapjacks are just too mean to be civic-centric) 1418 E. Lincoln 6am-1:30pm. Closed Monday.
The “Skinny”: The term “Original” is no joke at this grandaddy of ante meridian eateries.(est. 1958) The “O.G.” Pancake House is always bustling with hungry patrons who are often not the first generation in their family to make breakfast here a tradition.
Must haves: German pancake(or the smaller version: The Dutch Baby); Farmer Bros. coffee(the best coffee in the world); fresh squeezed orange juice(truly fresh and über pulpy); chewy and satisfying bacon; and the Apple pancake(very sweet, hot, big, gooey and very good for sharing) just to name a few. Don’t forget to check out the Old “Magic Eye” posters; I think one is a dinosaur.

Spot: Fantasy Burger
Details: 343 State College Blvd. (Going North, Right past Commonwealth, before rail crossing on the right.) 992-2828 6am-9pm
The “Skinny”: Fantasy burger meets all your burger joint needs including quick service for the speedy in and out breakfaster on the run.
Must haves: The Breakfast burrito: it’s fast, it’s $3.76 and with egg, cheese, hash browns and your choice of two of the following; ham, bacon, or sausage all wrapped up tight in a soft tortilla, it’s as tasty as it is portable.



Spot: Roadside Burgers
Details: 513 N. Harbor Blvd. (across from the Fox Theatre)871-0040 6am-10pm (breakfast till 11 am.
The “Skinny”: The only drive through breakfast spot Fullerton I can get behind. Family owned and operated, Roadside is a favorite of High School students and professionals alike. A classic burger stand with options for every part of the day.
Must haves: The battle between health consciousness and taste does not end here. The pastrami omelet caught my eye and danced in my mouth but laid down hard in my belly. The same can be said of the chorizo and eggs which came with corn or flower tortillas, and refried beans. And our foray into breakfast normalcy began and ended with two pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon, a very satisfying (and filling) meal.

August 2004-Food review/ home grillin' contest: Barbequest!

Barbequest!
by, Charlie Pecoraro

Some argue the Barbecue to be America’s great contribution to the world. Some might put their money on an experiment called democracy. Fortunately for the sake of this article, most delectables created elsewhere in the kitchen are made just that much more savory on the the grille; and even good ole democracy herself can’t put that on her resumé (although freedom would have a much fuller taste without being smothered in Patriot Act sauce). And with that miraculous mixing of metaphors and not-so-subtle alliteration, I’d like to ask an obnoxious question; why is the barbecue out in the backyard anyway?
You might think it is because of the open flames, the smoke or fumes that America has created this kitchen of the open air, but the real reason is that men are the primary users of the Barbecue. And if a woman knows a man is going to be fiddling around with gas, charcoal, matches and/or lighter fluid, she not only wants him out of the kitchen, but outside of the entire house so that the damage he causes burning his Ball Parks is confined to the section of property company is least likely to see.
Only the kids, the dog and a fence hopping burglar would be privy to the telltale portions of blackened concrete and half melted deck chairs. If the operation of a microwave oven were any riskier an endevor, the amount of time men would be spending in the backyard would force them to move their big screens and easy chairs out there as well.
But really, it’s not as if we mind. Rather, it’s the most natural way for us to be cooking; wind in our hair, beer in hand(hopefully a frosty Newcastle) and the Sun to our backs as we shirtlessly roast both the meat on the grille and the skin on our faces. But let me tell you, if Women were as susceptible to the primitive urges of open flame meat heating, the outdoor grille, as Men now know it, would sport a strikingly different visage.
Made for indoors the “B2Q”, as it would be savvily marketed, would come in “flavour-colours”, have ring tones and be hooked up to copper trimmed vents with automatic flame reduction pistons making it not only beautiful, but safe enough for your aresol huffing little brother to operate.
There would be push button barbies and grilles that sing songs. A television/DVD playing indoor barbecue would be a luxury of our present age. Briquettes would encounter a flavor revolution. And can you imagine what George Foreman would have up his sleave. The reason why Women prefer to do their cooking with conventional appliances I’ll never guess but I’m fairly certain I’ve never once seen my mother prepare my succulent lamb shanks over a o’er a bundle of coals b’neath our shadowy Elm.
Suffice it to say that the traditions and cultural trappings that encompass the barbecue, regaurdless of gender specificity, make it a truly seemless piece of American living. And with the season for outdoor cooking in full swing, and having had the National Day of outdoor cooking(the fourth) just passed, it seems only fitting to share with you the results of our Grille Master’s contest.
In the Months of June and July I attended no less than 12 cookouts, (three on the fourth alone), and as expected, I have a wienner. Of the 12 participants, honourable mention(Cum Laude) must be given to: Mike Gates for his many splendored assortment of sausages, bratworst, wienners, hot dogs, burgers and links along with his easily marketable homemade chili. Maxima Cum Laude goes to Robert Ciccaglione who blesses my Sicilian palate with his homemade Italian Sausages, homemade chicken cutlettes, homemade bread and homemade beer!
Now I want you all to know two things before you reach the end of this piece. One is that Fullertonians are very generous with their Independence Day meats, and two, very stingy with their recipes. But you will be pleased to know that I did indeed wrangle out a deeee-lishious “secret” combination of spices from one very generous Mr. Rueben Paul. His Brazialian grillin’ handiwork gets him our Summa Cum Laude and top prize by claiming Bloody Mary Mix to be the Holy Grail of beef Marinades. Use it and prevent your July 4th extravaganza from becoming a sans-coulotte Bastille day.

July 2004-Restaurant review: Taal Indian

Taal or nothing at All
Local Indian restaurant

The likely scenario is that your palate is chaste of the unique bouquet of flavor delicacies of the Indian persuasion encompass. I’d like to inform you that you have no reason to fear Indian food. Yes it combines flavors not often found together in this hemisphere. Yes, your nostrils will entertain unfamiliar, yet enchanting aromas. And again, with a hearty yes, I proclaim you will not entirely know what you are ordering until it arrives. However, as I and three close friends entered in through the wrong door of Fullerton’s tastiest Indian restaurant, I, immediately knew that our experience was going to be a rich one.
Taal Indian restaurant, situated across Nutwood from Cal State Fullerton next to Off Campus Pub is a place you have seen many times while climbing onto or off from the 57 freeway, but have probably never entered. It is worth the venture.
Upon entry your senses are battered with the intense aromatic fragrance of Indian spices as well as the kindness of the staff. As you can imagine being unfamiliar with the logistics of Indian cuisine, navigating a menu of entrées unpronounceable to the western tongue can be quite the challenge. Our questions ran the gamut of inanity: “Is that spicy”, “how spicy”, “what does that taste like”, “how do you say that word”... yet the staff was always gracious, courteous and informative.
To start off our adventure we were presented with a startlingly colorful dish of sizzling Chicken Tikka sautéed with onions and red bell peppers. The entree steamed and crackled as it was laid in the center of four hungry customers. As we ate we washed down the piping hot meal with three refreshing and markedly different Indian beers: The Royal Challenge; a medium bodied Lager with delicious flavor and a fine finish(our favorite), The Taj Mahal; a hoppier and more malty version of the Challenge, and the Flying Horse; a light lager with light citrus undertones.
As our four other dishes arrived in tandem, we shot each other knowing glances realizing that we were corporately approaching our limits. But when those exotic flavors hit our nostrils, eyes and taste buds, we couldn’t sate our appetites. Although I would have like it bumped up a few calienté decibels one of our group favorites was the XXXX spicy lamb prepared in a XXXX. I also found XXXX vegetables to be a surprisingly flavorsome and enjoyable dish despite the knowledge that the creme sauce that it came in must have negated all nutritional value.
And speaking of creme sauces, the XXXX chicken prepared with a splendid cashew sauce, although not a personal favorite of mine, was made well and was fully enjoyed by my dining compatriots. Yet, a word to the wise, make sure to diversify when you order. A tragic flaw in our dining strategy was that we consumed too many of the rich foods on the menu, which, while savory, need to be balanced out by dishes on the other end of the taste spectrum, like the Tikka Chicken.
To conclude our expedition into the Indian unknown, we cautiously divvied up our dessert of XXXX, a set of two reddish balls of a sweet cheese bathed in honey. Intrigue you? They’re really better than they sound. And as we collected ourselves and headed for the door, I couldn’t help but picture us as a pile of lugubriously gorged out college age brothers coming home on vacation for a binge of Mom’s cookin’. What a feast: bring your appetite and your sense of adventure.

June 2004-Restaurant review: La Vie en Rose

Dinning through Rose coloured glasses:
-An evening at Monsieur Laulhere’s French farm house provides world class food, service and ambiance.
by, Charlie Pecoraro
La Vie en Rose

In the 24 years that it has been in operation, La Vie en Rose has garnered 19 Diamond awards, 12 consecutive DiRoNAs (Distinguished Restaurants of North America) and has even been awarded one of the, “Best Places to Kiss in Orange County” (a much abbreviated list to be sure.) And making this, his 20th year as proprietor especially rewarding, Louis Laulhere (pronounced la laer) has earned the most distinguished award a restauranteur can achieve, the coveted Golden Scepter.
I would argue one of the most wonderful parts about “unchained” restaurants is that the owner can often be found on the premises. This scenario is more than likely to occur while you are enjoying a fine meal at La Vie en Rose where the ever gracious Monsieur Laulhere, is not only a presence in the beautiful French countryside decorated restaurant, he is a part of the experience. Having him there, floating around, taking care of customers and unobtrusively interacting with patrons makes the visit feel like going to an old friend’s home; warm, inviting and comforting, (the place taking on attributes of it’s owner).
We started out our feast with Escargots à l'Ail et aux Herbes (snails in a garlic herb butter) and Brochette de Crevettes Grand-Duc (grilled shrimp brochette with asparagus and truffle butter sauce), (mmm...truffle butter). My companions heartily approved of the snails, but I favored the large and tender butterflied grilled shrimp. Being that it was an appetizer, there were only three, but had there been more, it would have made for a fine entrée.
Also, before our meal, we were happily seduced into trying some of La Vie’s potages, (or soups). The Soupe à l'Oignon Gratinée (French onion soup gratinated with French bread toast and Swiss emmental cheese) and their Bisque de Homard en Croûte (lobster bisque with Cognac and puffed pastry shell) were both mouth watering. I especially enjoyed the lobster bisque and the flaky-doughy pastry shell that came utop the generous portioned cup. However, about half way through the bisque, I started to realize, as is often the case when I must sample from everyone’s plate, that I was beginning to get full. I then began to eat more deliberately so as not to fill up too fast. Now, this deliberate act of eating, if viewed from across the room by the untrained eye, could simply seem like I was just chewing more slowly. However in reality... well, regardless of technique, I made it on to the next course.
Now those of you who’ve read my previous articles know that I have a dangerous penchant for good beef. And while I promise not to continually be reporting on the state of steaks in the local area, I found it irresistible, while at this fine cuisinery, and under strong recommendation, to allow myself a juicy slab. And please permit me to share with you that never have I enjoyed a more perfect steak. The filet Mignon cooked medium rare, was so succulent, so tender and so incredibly delicious that eating it felt as natural as breathing. It was as if the steak and I were separated at birth and Monsieur Laulhere, a host among hosts, was responsible for this Oprah-esque reunion. ‘Nuff said.
Amongst the other delicacies that we enjoyed, I was particularly fond of the roasted rack of lamb cooked to perfection and well complemented by it’s garlic and fresh mint sauce as well as the baked sea bass with fresh herbs and creamy Riesling Sauce. Man, tasty stuff! And to finish off the meal, we sampled some of the many gorgeous homemade desserts that La Vie has to offer including; a slice of their fresh fruit tart, a piece of chocolate cake with raspberries and chocolate pudding filling, and a sublime Grand Marnier soufflé which came piping hot after our meal (Upon reflection, I wish I had had room to try the chocolate soufflé to compare it with the others I’ve had, but that’s what return visits are for!)
Let’s put it this way; La Vie en Rose has style, elegance and is filled with the romance of the French countryside. She’s 24 years old and if she were a woman, I would slide a ring on her finger so fast her cuticles would catch on fire. My evening was simply wonderful and I eagerly anticipate our second date. Then maybe I’ll be able to comment on that kissing award.



Quick Three FYIs
1. La Vie en Rose is modeled after an actual farm house in Normandy.
2. La Vie is much larger than it looks with banquet rooms capable of handling parties of up to 100 people. (463 seats, 16,000 sq. ft)
3. The wine list at La Vie is not only one of depth but incredible breadth covering style, region, year and price. Not a compilation easily matched.



Coming next month!!!!!!:
Are you a master Grillsman/woman? Do you have a BBQ sauce that you think should be in a bottle? How about a side dish that is a perennial request of the whole family? For our July BBQ issue, we will be taste-testing hundreds of homemade sauces and side dishes and we want to see what you got!
So call up or e-mail to let us know when you would like to bring your vitals on bye the Chamber and you could win a brand new outdoor grille courtesy of COSTCO. Heck, I’ll even swing bye your house if you’d like. Winners will also get their picture in the August issue alongside their recipe, (if they wish to spread the love).

May 2004-Entertainment/Civic thought piece: Fox Theatre

The Fox in Sheep’s Clothing
Sheep town’s most valuable building in danger of demolition: The old Dame’s Diagnosis.

Today’s movie theatre is the antithesis of yesterday’s movie palace; a house where characters come alive, reality is suspended, and stories are displayed like the works of art that they aspire to be. Viewing a filmic masterpiece in a shoe box of a theatre is akin to hanging a Van Gough in a garage. We’ve simply been trained, conditioned even, to accept these pedestrian and uninspiring conditions. However, I am willing to wager my meager earnings as delivery boy/contributing writer of this fair publication, that once our standards are raised back to their filet mignon levels, quarter pounders will be increasingly difficult to palate. But where do we look for an example?
As you might have guessed by the title of this article, our Fox Theatre in Fullerton is not only the greatest example locally of what a real movie house should look like, but one of the greatest examples, period. Maybe it hasn’t been so for a good 25 years, but behind those thick walls built of old world materials lies buried treasure. Truly, in the Fox there are works by some of the great muralists of the 20th century. The Italianate design of the building, outside and in is filled with mythic references to Roman gods and their Greek counterparts including statues, masks, great urns and ornate, detailed, hand-crafted works that are of a bygone era. Even the signage used; the marquee and the very unusual three sided incandescent sign atop the building, have garnered much attention from top museums pleading that, “If nothing else, save those signs; they’re priceless”.
“If nothing else...” that phrase hits me like a wrecking ball. I have a difficult time believing in my heart of hearts that Fullerton, with all her citizens and all their resources, with the quality of people who make up her residents, would let the grandest building in town be torn down to be replaced by apartments. It has played a roll in so many of our lives and should continue to do so for future generations but not as “that eyesore on Chapman and Harbor.” I truly believe that as a community, we are too cultured, too educated and far to wise to let this building come down. To think of a future down town without her, to me, is painful.
And yet, a quick trip to the future is just what we need. Allow me to paint a picture.

Ten years from now; 2014. You’re older and larger and so is your family. You live in Fullerton or a surrounding community. Your kids go to Troy, Fullerton or Sunny Hills H.S. and if you have newer children, then they’re attending one of the many great elementary schools you moved closer to Fullerton for. You enjoy living in Fullerton because it is an educated town, an artsy town; a town with a large variety of people with a large variety of ideas. You love to live here because in a county that was mostly comprised of orange trees, Fullerton is one of the few cities that actually has a bit of history. And with this history comes strong roots, stability, wisdom and character; as well as a responsibility to preserve what is so unique about that history.
In 2014, the downtown is a vibrant epicenter for artists, intellectual thought, and an entertaining night out, (even more so than it is now). Perhaps a cultural epiphany that swept the nation was born in Fullerton a few years ago (ala the beat generation). The new apartment buildings downtown are no longer new and they are full; full of all sorts of people. Some new buildings have been built, but the heart of Fullerton has remained the same; Fullerton still looks like Fullerton. And for the past five years, the Crown Jewel of the City, the keystone that has brought it all together, the Fox Theatre, has been open, showing movies that you can’t see at AMC 20 or AMC 30, (or, by this time, AMC 40!).
At the Fox, you can see silent, student, international and independent films that you would otherwise have to go to Los Angeles for. And this year, you’re excited to see which film will nab the “Tail”; the top prize at the Fifth Annual “Fox Hunt”, Fullerton’s own film festival held at the Fox, (much like Park City’s Sundance).
Also, for the past five years you have been able to enjoy plays and musicals, your favorite rock groups and jazz vocalists, and even seen a presidential debate take place on the stage of our Fox. Your oldest daughter was the first high school class to hold commencement there since the restoration. You’ve taken your children, (and your new grandchildren) to the Fox to teach them about the arts and how humans express the cries of their soul through performance. Perhaps it will be a show they see at the Fox as a child which will inspire them to pursue a career in the arts.
And one day in 2014, a thought flashes across your mind that, ten years ago the Fox almost didn’t happen. It’s only been five years, a fraction of the time the Fox has been standing, (one hundred years in 2025), and you realize how much it is a part of your life, and also how much you take it’s being there for granted. With it’s brilliantly glowing marquee illuminating the block, it’s presence of strength and towering majesty reining over the downtown (which has now spread even farther north), it is hard to imagine it was ever otherwise; and even harder to imagine Fullerton without her.

But try-
It is 2006. You are driving down Harbor boulevard and amongst the dust and abhorrent noise that are byproducts of construction, are the vague makings of a new building. It is the old Fox theatre lot and they are putting up an office building, or more apartments. The lot is mostly flat and has been so for about a year, the amount of time it took to tear down the mammoth Fox and get it ready for construction. And with that flat lot is a feeling of emptiness. Obviously there is a building missing on this corner, but more than that, a tacit piece of Fullerton that had watched her grow from her agricultural infancy. The Fox had been there, involved with Fullerton and her growth in one way or another for a majority of her existence. And now as you drive by and see the elements of construction spilling out into your view, the saddest part of all is that you are hard pressed to remember what the Fox looked like.


The Question Corner:
Q: To confirm or vanquish the rampant rumors surrounding the disrepair of the Fox, what condition is she truly in?
A: Our Fox Fullerton, while not in great shape, is in better shape than many theatres that have undergone restoration including the great Egyptian Theatre on Hollywood blvd. There is a considerable amount of damage due to water, fire and vandalism/vagrancy but nothing unrepairable. It is, however, unsafe to go inside without the guidance of someone who is knowledgeable of it condition.

Q: Why, beyond nostalgia, is the Fox worth pouring so much money into?
A: The Fox is a remarkable theatre for many reasons excluding the special memories of North Orange County residents (although, isn’t that what gives value to most things in life?) With our Fox, we are blessed to have a theatre literally full of treasures. The artistic merits of the Fox could literally be an article in itself (hmmm...), but in short, there are priceless murals, beautiful iron chandeliers(much like the ones in Plumber Auditorium) and many more pieces and aspects that make her priceless and induplicatable. In addition, and to many, more importantly, The Fullerton Heritage Society (the group out the save the Fox) has put together a fiscal plan that shows the Fox taking in nearly four million dollars annually. SO business wise, it is a sound investment. To see specifics go to savethefox.org

3. What are the three most important things people need to know but don’t?
A. We need to raise 1.85 million to buy the Fox, (when we do, the city will pitch in 1.65 million to cover the rest of the cost.)

B. We need to raise it by this November.

C. It is possible to save our Fox! Check out the web site. Become a member. Talk to friends about it. Take action in any small way you can. Alone, a few people cannot do it, but with everyone helping, we will all have something to enjoy and take pride in.

May 2004-Restaurant review: Lunch at Florentine’s Tuscany Club:

Lunch at Florentine’s Tuscany Club:
Florentine’s offers great selection, reasonable prices, gorgeous atmosphere and way to the writer’s heart.

I’ll come right out with it; eating lunch at Florentine’s Tuscany Club was terrific! Having watched the addition to Florentine’s being built some months ago, I was eager to see what was in store.
Now firstly, the place is beautiful. With its marble and mahogany accents as well as it’s soft creamy lighting, the Tuscany Club is reminiscent of an old New York or Chicago supper club. Even while I was in the restrooms, which for some reason I always critique, (ESPN Zone scores high for televisions in the stalls!), I was admiring the attention to quality, (the automatic flushing toilet startled me but then sweet talked me into liking it again not having to press the handle down with my foot.)
We were early for lunch and the Club had just opened, so there weren’t too many people, yet throughout the course of our stay the place quickly populated. A few of us ordered wine, of which they have a fine selection. If you too choose to imbibe, I highly suggest the Artesa merlot, the Chateau St. Jean Chardonnay, or the Concannon cabernet sauvignon. Or if you prefer something more unique, try a signature Flantasia or Florentini.
Most of us not having had our breakfast that morning, (I know, I know, it the most important meal), were eager to eat when the food arrived. And without disappointment, the aroma of our selections baited our tasted buds. Amongst our choices was the seared Hawaiian Ahi, a dish I love to order but don’t always end up loving. Florentine’s was on the mark. Having had seared Ahi in Maui, I was pleasantly surprised to experience a gustatorial de je vou. For the Hawaiian seafood novice, (wink) seared Ahi is fish that is cooked hot and fast (seared), so that it only gets cooked on the outside while the inside stays raw. I know, sounds unappetizing, till you’ve tried it! It’s a combination of grilled fish and sushi, which is why the wasabi and pickled ginger garnish are the perfect accompaniment.
Another favorite among the group was the blacken fresh seafood which included salmon, a XXX fish and jumbo shrimp (which the were scarfed down by the editor before I had a chance to try one!) The taste of the blackened cooking was just right, not overbearing and the shrimp were, in fact, jumbo.
Yet I must say that my favorite entree of all was the New York steak with sautéed Portobello mushrooms and caramelized Maui onions. I admit, I am a hopeless romantic for a good steak. I know it’s not an intricately made dish, (like our sausage and pepper lasagna, which was tasty and had great texture), but let’s say that if a woman, a striking woman, a striking woman with all of her teeth were to propose to me, it would need to be over a nice thick New York cut; medium rare. (hint hint all you ladies with deep pockets; no ring on this finger... yet.
Our server, Lisa, was terrific. Our food came out quickly, and it tasted delicious. And to top it off, it was reasonably priced, (dinner prices are, of course, higher, but with the incredible choices they serve, it’s still not unreasonable.) I highly recommend the Tuscany Club for lunch. My only regret was that I didn’t go for dinner too! I will soon though.

April 2004-Entertainment review: Cirque du Soleil

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Have you ever seen someone do something that leaves you slack jawed? Maybe it was an athletic feat, a mastery over an instrument or even a well performed card trick. Whatever it was, it left you with the feeling that; a) you’ve just witnessed something you didn’t think possible(or that defied belief), and b)the performer has spent a lot of time practicing. My evening at Varekai was a two hour series of belief defying performances. And the special quality that sets Cirque du Soleil apart( beside the lack of animals), is that it simply isn’t segments of jumping, flipping and twisting, but all these beautiful acts of precision within a set and story of equal imagination, grace and flare.
Upon entering the Grand Chapiteau(the trademark blue and yellow swirled tent), you immediately realize that the horseshoe shaped space is much more intimate than what you expected. There really aren’t any bad seats in the house save for the very edges of each side(which is fortunate since tickets are more than a song and dance). The seats that were generously given to me by Davidson & Choy (Cirque’s publicity firm in Orange County) were beyond exceptional being on the front center aisle,(when a performer picked someone out of the audience to participate, they picked the guy behind me!)
The set is something of a mystical bamboo forest veiled in a thin fog. The show opens with otherworldly creatures slithering around in costumes that are too extravagant for even Elton John’s closet. This while musicians( who provide the live soundtrack to the show) enter the stage through the audience performing on instruments that they seem to have created themselves. And soon, before you know it, someone is doing something unbelievable, dangerous and/or an extreme combination of the two.
For example: I’ll never be able to forget the three Santos brothers; Javier, Ramon, and Pedro, who hail from Mexico. Especially Ramon who’s specialty is juggling... his brothers! They are sixth generation circus performers and when they finish their stint with Cirque, they’ll be rejoining their family circus back in Mexico.
And unforgettable only begins to describe my infatuation with the beautiful Irina Naumenko( from Russia), who propped herself up on her hands and reached her legs so far back over her head that her butt was resting on her shoulder blades... her back looked like it was going to snap. The verbal reactions from the awestruck crowd told me that everyone was squirming in their chair half pretzeled themselves in disbelief; I along with them.
And, with no less regard, one of the most enjoyable aspects of the show were the four comedy routines that featured a pair of physical comedians of utmost skill and talent. Acting primarily in pantomime con verbal sound effects, (ala Rowan Atkinson’s Mr. Bean) Claudio Carneiro(of Brazil) and Mooky Cornish(of Canada) star in a series of faux Vegas bits which poke fun at magicians, lounge singers and other corny acts. Cornish always plays the problematic assistant who unwittingly disrupts Carneiro’s sincere attempts to entertain. Their mannerisms and comic timing are impeccably fine tuned. Carneiro and Cornish are easily atop their craft as any in the show.
It is plain to see that strength, flexibility, and incredible acrobatic ability are only part of Cirque du Soleil’s appeal. Although you might be able to catch an act of similar nature in a “regular” circus, (however doubtful), the most unique aspect to this “circus of the sun” is the way in which Cirque collaborates and exhibits the talent it collects from more than 30 countries. Varekai bleeds imgaination in every detail and if you are a parent and you want to expose your children culture at it’s apogee, there is no greater endorsement I can give; make the splurge and take the kids, the rewards will be worth it. Besides, Cirque only comes around every three years and it’s never the same show.
Truly, the only fault I could find in my thoroughly enjoyed evening were the less than inspired concessions offered before the show and at intermission. Perhaps I have a tendency to overemphasize snack foods, but with all the mystique and creative energy involved in this show, I was expecting snacks a little more on the exotic side of M&M’s and Hot Dogs. Perhaps some international candy or... I don’t know, Zebra dogs, a wild pheasant in a bun, something weird, (although the contents of a hot dog do rack the imagination.) I say, just fill the deep pockets of your winter coat with the snacks of your own fancy!
So, if you ever find yourself in a conversation with someone who says that a performance of Cirque du Soleil’s Varekai was anything less than unbelievably incredible and that they didn’t want to run away with Cirque to San Diego, (their next stop), you should quickly make a mental note that this person is not cut out for a promotion, (if you’re their boss), doesn’t deserve forgiveness, (if you’re their priest) and isn’t capable of friendship, (if you’re their perspective friend).

Quick Specs Box:
-Adults. $60-$80 ($190 VIP Tapis Rouge)
-Children(ages 2-12). $42-$56 (135 VIP)
-Students(ages 13-17) & Seniors(65 plus). $54-$72

March 2004-Entertainment review: Oscars

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