by Christina Waters | Jan 25, 2007 | Food, Home |
Restaurant reviewers over the ages have figured out a few tricks to make their jobs go smoother. Sometimes it happens during the actual review dinners – things like asking for copies of the menu, wearing wigs so that we won’t be recognized, making reservations under an assumed name – that kind of thing. But often the spin happens after the fact. In the writing itself.
There are a few clues that you, the consumer, can detect to help you read between the lines, so to speak.
1) The use of the word “interesting,†as in, “The sweetbreads seviche with red bell pepper puree had an interesting flavor.†What you are really being told is that the dish tasted like poodle poop. It was disgusting.
2) The word “spare†is always a sign of trouble. If the restaurant decor is described as “spare,†what the reviewer is saying is that the room looked empty, cold, uninviting — sort of like a cross between a tasteful funeral parlor and lockdown at Soledad.
3) Here’s another red flag: if the critic goes on and on about the decor, you can be sure that they are vamping for time. They are struggling to write something positive. In other words, the food stinks. So they’re concentrating on other, safe things rather than the culinary agenda.
4) Relentlessly chirpy, upbeat commentary — especially if there’s a long passage reciting the background, history and close family connections of the owners — is a sure sign that this isn’t a real, anonymous review but a feel-good package of promotional writing, designed to flatter the owners (read: advertisers) and above all, to avoid saying anything negative about the food, the service, the value for the money.
(to be continued. . . )
by Christina Waters | Jan 25, 2007 | Home |
Many of you instinctively realize that, yes, there is something uglier than even the River Street sign. And it is right here in downtown Santa Cruz, a mere two blocks down the street (from the much-loathed River Street sign), nestled beneath the also-ugly Town Clock. I refer, of course, to that mock-Guernica, Frankenstein-in-bronze, anti-war statue we are forced to endure every time we want to drive to the bank, or across the Water Street bridge to go to the gym.
I’m sorry to offend the sculpture’s perpetrator, but this is a flagrant waste of good bronze. In a town that likes to congratulate itself on being an artist’s enclave, how in God’s name did such a mind-numbingly ugly eye-sore find such a prime location? Just because someone with good intentions assures you that they have an important artwork to showcase — don’t believe them until you see the evidence. The road to hell is paved with people promising to sell you perfectly nice bridges.
Here’s another view – exhibit B, if you will.
by Christina Waters | Jan 25, 2007 | Home, Movies |
The dark Spanish melancholy that informs director Guillermo del Toro’s small masterpiece of magic realism, gives this film unforgettable power. As dark as any Zurbarán or Ribera, Pan’s Labyrinth interweaves two worlds and two realities — that of a child’s fairytale longings, and the ruthless fascism of Franco’s Spain.
If it sounds like a marriage of hope and hell, it is — but the ending alone, which spins yet another uncanny twist, is pure enchantment. Del Toro’s imagination (Hellboy) provides visuals that evoke Cocteau and Buñuel, with a healthy dose of Brothers Grimm as visualized by Frida Kahlo. The deeply saturated colors of the film stock add to the mood of otherworldly adventure. (more…)
by Christina Waters | Jan 25, 2007 | Art, Home |
Linda Pope, curator at the Eloise Pickard Smith Gallery, is a woman with an aesthetic mission, and a great eye. Witness her current choice of UCSC alum Brian Rounds, who has attracted a cult following (more…)
by Christina Waters | Jan 25, 2007 | Home |
The salsa stains had barely been cleaned up from the late, unlamented Baja Fresh, when the infrastructure for a new east Indian eatery called Sitar moved in. It’s no mystery why a taco chain failed in a landscape blessed with a huge array of authentic Mexican taquerias. The word “duh” comes to mind. What were they thinking? Any time a generic establishment bites the dust here in our enchanted neck of the woods, it’s occasion to give thanks. Sacrifice a chicken. Light some candles. Whatever sort of “thank you” your household gods favor. No word from the Sitar folks on when they plan to open, but from the look of the interior, it could be any minute now.
Also Aptos residents — and the rest of the county for that matter — can look forward to a new Eastern Mediterranean culinary bazaar to open in April. On the site of the former Breadstix, the new spice island will be called Zameen — decor by Mimi Snowden. Stay tuned.
