BridgetGallablog: September 2007

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

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The picture at right is just the September issue of Vogue. I was going to take a picture of all the September mags but they wouldn't fit in frame. And I don't even really go in for the Elles and Marie Claires and Vanity Fairs of the world, but even Real Simple and T Style (that's the New York Times adver-tacular, yo) and the two-week, food-focused (and still adver-tacular) New Yorker made for a big fat offering, perfect for stying inside with and flipping through on a steamy Labor Day weekend. Actually, Vogue is the one I haven't gotten to yet--it's too goddamn big to take with me on planes and trains.

I don't know that any of them are particularly revelatory (though I thought The New Yorker's article on counterfeit antique wines was awesome, but then, I would), but I just never get tired of patent leather mary janes and heather grey sweaters. Every year they bust them out like it's the new new thing, and it's so great, because there's nothing new about it; it's all in my closet anyway.

There are always new fun things though. I'm coveting a nice pencil skirt

and also a classy, Hepburn-esque short, swingy jacket

and just for the hell of it, something sparkly.

I don't even know where I'd where it--except maybe Vegas, and lord knows I'm always looking for an excuse to go--but it just looks so slick and cool.

Yup, I love me some fall. Now if the temp would just drop below 80. . .

It is awesome being engaged.

Obsessions Du Jour

Brooklyn: A Novel, by Colm Toibin: This is a truly transporting read that gives a vivid, clear-eyed picture of a Brooklyn still shaped by ethnic identities and old-world ethics. The perspective of a young woman emigrating to Brooklyn from Ireland at mid-century is both pragmatic and poetic -- she sees things differently for better and for worse because of her outsider status, and in the end reminds us that no one has it all, but all can have hope.
Potenza: At this new, massive, downtown DC Italian American, the pizzas are good, the service is bad, the cocktails are awesome, and the appetizers (oysters, customizabile plates of salumi and cheese, arancine) are fabulous too. Near the Casa Bianca, the people-watching is sometimes the best option of all.
Columbia Firehouse: This is a pitch-perfect addition to Old Town -- classy and classic regional American cuisine, lots of locally sourced ingredients. The soaring Victorian space feels grand yet cozy thanks to thoughtful lighting and booth arrangements; an annex of exposed brick under a glass canopy gives the feel of the outdoors without the summer heat and humidity. Chocolate cake is a winner.
Roast This is a welcome newcomer to the downtown Detroit dining scene, especially if you're a carnivore. Options like carvings from the spit-roasted "beast of the day" and succulent bone-in filet mignon are served a l a carte and complemented by thoughtfully chosen and beautifully prepared sides like roasted asparagus, shaved zucchini, and a killer mac and cheese. Service is attentive although the dining room is little too hotel-corporate and a little too loud. Nice wine list with plenty of choices under $50 as well as copious opportunities to show off; skilfully made cocktails from the bar are a better bet -- a few of them feature absinthe.
Founding Farmers Love the concept; the execution needs work. In this comprehensively "green" restaurant, lovely, locally-sourced ingredients meet ho-hum preparations in an exceedingly good-looking and extremely noisy space. Anyone who pairs that many entrees with mashed potatoes is, to my mind, kind of a lazy cook. But I do harbor a soft spot for nice places that are downtown but not corporate, make their own bitters and serve an impressive cheese plate, so I'll give them another chance.
True Blood In moments of candor, I will admit to my fascination with this program being attributable almost entirely to the fierce side tabs, southern accent and Edwardian features (in that order! In case you were wondering) of the vampire (superbly played by Brit Stephen Moyer). But if we're being analytic, I will say it is because of the writing and Alan Ball.
One Bullet Away: The Making of a Marine Officer, by Nathaniel C. Fick, was a real eye-opener for me. The writing is clear and lucid enough to render something I hadn't much thought about, and couldn't imagine--namely, training to be a Marine officer, then leading his platoon into Afghanistan and Iraq--vividly clear and present. If more of our leaders could talk about war, and the collision of idealism, cynicism and pragmatism it provokes, as thoughtfully and articulately as Fick, the world would be a better place.
My iPod -- Wow. Just wow. I thought for sure this had to be overrated but now that I'm ripping and rediscovering the massive CD collection I amassed in the 90s, and am even able to take it wherever I go, I'm in a special state of listening bliss. Plus, I hate people sooo much less now that I never have to listen to them anymore. It's added years to my life.
How the Soldier Repairs the Gramophone -- I remember seeing coverage of the Balkan conflict on television as an adolescent and thinking how horrific it was to be witnessing not just conflict, but genocide, in Europe -- close enough to home to feel intensely freaked out about it. Sasa Stanisic fled Bosnia-Herzegovina with his family and his book, written alternately from the perspective of the adolescent boy trying to comprehend these events and the adult looking back and wondering what happened to those he left behind, adapts magic realism, absurdism and just plain gorgeous prose to try to make sense of the senseless.
Restaurant Week Enjoy fine dining in DC without having to whore yourself out to a pharmaceutical lobbyist! ($20.08 three-course lunches; $35.08 three-course dinners). Make your reservations now!

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