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Magic Flute

Tuesday, January 29th, 2008

Tinx and I lost our opera virginity to The Magic Flute, and it wasn’t at band camp, baby.

It was at the Orange County Performing Arts Center, put on by Opera Pacific. We crawled at a pace of 15 mph in the pouring rain down the 405; me with no sleep, no food, no caffeine, and the whitest of white knuckles placed at 10 and 2.

It was great! Specifically, SHE was great.

Nicole “Aren’t I gorgeous?” Cabell was her name, and she was simply M-azing. Why aren’t more people named Pamina? Cutes! The famed Queen of the Night, played by Luz del Alba, was super good, too. She kicked all three versions on iTunes’ ladies motherfucking ass on that aria. (( I had no idea the lyrics to this most famous refrain were “Hey you better kill that priest or else I’m disowning your ass.” The music sounds so triumphant, airy, happy…)) I had no complaints, except that in general German is super unromantic as a language for a love opera. It’s all “Ish” this and “Ish” that. Oh, and also, Mozart sucks at constructing storylines.

Anyway, all of this is relevant to CM because of this gem I found in my research:

In Opera Pacific’s production of The Magic Flute, Papageno (role sung by Rod Gilfry) will eat a bite or two of a real chicken leg during Act II; we have placed a damp napkin in the food basket so he can wipe his fingers and continue singing.

To which I say (a) COOL!; and (b) that shit was chicken that he was eating? Actually, not even that. More like (b) oh, those were HUMANS moving around down there? I thought those were sentient grains of rice wiggling around. You see, we were in the top tier of the theatre, seemingly a dizzying mile above the stage. It was still a freaking STEAL at $30, and now I’m craving opera as if it’s guacamole.


Thursday, January 17th, 2008

Roy’s. Fusion is so trendy, yet it’s so difficult to do well. I think if you’re going to get a guest spot as a judge on the finale of Top Chef, you need to be the master of fusion. ((Yell “MASTER OF FUSIOOOON!” in a stereotypically Asian voice – it’s fun!)) And I guess Roy Yamaguchi is, because the meal I had there knocked my Fornarinas off! (I was not wearing socks to be knocked off.)

I had been to Roy’s once before – the one in Maui – with James and his Dad, who was fresh off of a puking-all-night food poisoning episode. ((Particularly tragic because our beautiful Hawaiian-style hotel rooms only had bathrooms whose doors were composed of wooden slats…enabling us to hear, crystal clear, his pork quesadilla coming up all night.)) This time I went with Tinx and her family. Apparently this is their family tradition, which kicks ass! “What’s your family tradition?” “OH! Well we love to sit around the fire and string popcorn for decorations!” “Oh, really? Because we go to Roy’s and fucking do it up!”

Tinx’s dad told me to make sure to order an appetizer as well as an entree. Twist my arm, Daddy-of-Tinx.

So I ordered an appetizer. A glorious, foie gras appetizer, pictured top. OK, Roy’s website has crashed my Firefox four times now so I am unable to give you the precise description. It was a duo of foie gras; the first on a toast point with some sort of sweet marmalade and the second on a bed of risotto. Each could have done with exactly half of the starch – the point was too big and the risotto was reminiscent of something Howie might have made. But who the fuck cares when there’s goose liver involved? ((When I was little I went to a French resto with my mom and grandma in Kichijoji – I was super excited because I had been prepped for a month for this meal – a fancy, grown up girl’s meal at which I was to behave immaculately. At this meal, I had, like, and ENTIRE goose liver – foie gras the size of a ribeye, and completely did not appreciate it. Fuck me.))

Tinx ordered some sort of fancy roll. Again, I would tell you what was in it but Mr. Malware Yamaguchi is preventing me. All I know is that it had crustacean in it (off limits for Janet) and that everyone at the table wished they had ordered what she ordered. A quick call to Tinx reveals that it had crab and cucumber inside and was topped with Kobe beef. Ballin’.

Tinx’s brother got the lobster bisque. I’m sure you can imagine how decadently yummy this soup must have been. They did the whole “ladling it into the big ass bowl at the table” thing which impressed everyone.

More interesting than the soup is Tinx’s brother. He goes to China for business all the time (he has a lot of frequent flier miles. His boss has, literally, a MILLION miles) but is NOT, strangely, the brother who is the Asian-chaser. As we were waiting for our table –

OH! I forgot to talk about waiting for the table! I shall interrupt my story to talk about it. Our reservations were for 8:15. We weren’t seated until close to 9. This would have made me extremely grumbly except they brought out a complimentary appetizer plate with lobster potstickers and some sort of grilled duck on a bed of mashed potatoes. I braved the lobster cross-contamination because I just HAD to have the duck and the mashies. Perfect – crispy crispy skin, smooth smooth potatoes.

Anyway, as we were waiting for our table, out of nowhere, Tinx’s brother yells “IS YOUR PURSE REAL??” I had forgotten even what purse I was carrying, and looked down. It was a Coach purse, given to me by James’ mom, who told me, “I’m not sure it’s real because I got it from my neighbor, but either way it’s cute, so.” So then we launched into a discussion of whether or not it was real. Evidence for “real” – perfect stitching, perfect logo, perfect lining. Evidence for “fake” – the Coach tag was gold (I’ve never seen gold, only silver, even on gold bags) and it came with a “register this bag!” postcard inside, which I’ve also never seen. China’s big on fakes, so I guess fake-spotting is one of Tinx’s brother’s hobbies?

Of course, I ordered Roy’s famous Hawaiian style Misoyaki Butterfish for my entree. I was, for a moment, attracted to Roy’s Classic Trio, which has salmon, ahi, and butterfish. But then, I made the smart, smart decision to go decadent with a huge plate of butterfish. Thank the lord for that.

I can’t even explain how delicious this is. The miso is salty and sweet, the butterfish is buttery, and the sauce – oh! It’s a ponzu variant, so it’s tangy and just gets sucked up into the rice. The others at the table who ordered the Trio were definitely sad and envious.

We ordered two variants of dessert. Of course, the hot chocolate souffle. They all taste the same, though. Morton’s, Fleming’s, Roy’s, whatever. As a non-sweet-freakadeek, I was unmoved and instead wistfully sighed at my long-lost butterfish.

This pineapple shit lifted me out of my depression, though. I believe it was a pineapple upside down cake? They should have left out the strawberries and weirdo palm tree, but the cake itself was awesome. Sticky and carmelized and just perfect when the fresh pineapple acid cut through the sweet.

Gooooood times. I thanked Tinx’s family for spoiling me and for being fabulous, and ran off into the chilly night with my might-be-fake bag.

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Parmesan Grater Thingie

Tuesday, January 15th, 2008

COOOOL! Tinx and I found this in our local Von’s. I wouldn’t have tried it until they came out with a gigantic, 5 lb block version at Costco, but Tinx is miss high roller so she bought it.

She requests that you ignore her stubbalicous hands in this photo. I can vouch that her hands are normal and this is just a weird photo.

As for the cheese…the grater is lovely but the actual taste of the cheese? It tastes like nothing. Not even like a salty nothing, just a nothing.

For now, I’ll stick to my gigantor Costco normal gritty Parmesan.