New Yorker Festival - Apollo Robbins and Gael Garcia Bernal

Tickets to two events this year, the first was on Saturday afternoon and it was an interview with Apollo Robbins. Not sure how to describe what he does. It's slight-of-hand performance, sort of, or "an artful manipulator of awareness," so said Forbes magazine. He started as a pick-pocket and thief and now works as a speaker, entertainer, and consultant to the military and law enforcement. His shtick is not so much the slight-of-hand a la Pen and Teller, but more in reading a person's attention or misdirecting their attention in order to do what he does.

His physical dexterity is at a level beyond the ordinary person's; he moves his hands with a fluidity that is hard to describe, which is interesting as he said he had many physical ailments as a child and had to hold a pen with two hands growing up due to his lack of coordination. It was an interesting interview with a person who is operating on a different intellectual and psychological level than most of us. It was also entertaining - he walked through the audience and returned to the stage with several watches, and he brought a guy on stage, took a $20 from his wallet, tore half the serial number off the corner, he gave the corner to the guy and told him to give it to any random person in the audience while he turned his back; this turned out to be irrelevant as the main part of the $20 ended up in his own pocket and the corner ended up inside a lemon which the volunteer found in his jacket pocket. He had to cut the lemon open in order to find the corner of the bill. That strikes me as a little more complicated than "misdirection."

unfortunately, the only photo I took of the guy is terrible; Adam Green (left, the journalist who wrote the article about Apollo earlier this year), Apollo Robbins (right)

Our next interview wasn't until 10pm and Peter commented that he wondered if Gael Garcia Bernal might be a disappointment compared to Apollo - as how could such a good-looking actor be as fascinating as this guy who is operating on a different plane than the rest of us; "I hope he's not just a pretty-boy," I said. 

To kill some time, we went to Eataly and looked around - it was jam-packed on a Saturday night. The casual places to get food in the store were SRO and really loud, so we decided to go to Manzo, the fine dining restaurant and eat there. The food and service were great; we shared an artichoke and sunchoke appetizer and ordered two pastas. My pasta was particularly spectacular, it was a braised beef-stuffed tortelloni with a savory (savory) mushroom broth.

baby artichokes with sunchoke chips

So much for "pretty-boy" Gabriel Garcia Bernal... he was charming, funny, and incredibly well versed on the politics of Latin America. We watched clips of his movies and he talked about his process and his roles, from a transvestite torch singer to Che Guevara. He talked about engaging in the incredibly dangerous activity of hopping cargo trains to see first-hand what the the near-destitute migrants in Latin America who are searching for work go through (I think this was part of a documentary project), and his sympathy for the poor and down-trodden of this region, along with his pride in the art and culture that comes from it, was clearly evident. He's also one of the most handsome men I've ever seen in real life. 

hazy shade of October

Matilda

Peter and I walked around and shopped on Friday until it was time to head to Times Square for "Matilda." We stopped in the lobby bar in the Intercontinental Hotel which was nearby to have a drink first and then went to the show.

I thought the show was enjoyable. Sets were cool, staging was good, acting was solid, singing was at a caliber appropriate for a Broadway stage, and the story is dark and slightly disturbing for a children's story, but that's Roald Dahl for you.

I saw A Chorus Line in this theater when I was 17.

Uniqlo - the Japanese Gap Store

I don't remember how I discovered Uniqlo. I don't think it was by just walking by the Broadway location, I must have read something. That was several years ago and now I always stop in to do a little shopping. It's hit and miss for me - I've tried the down jackets on a million times and they never fit right, which is too bad because they're ultra-light, come in a million colors, and are $70. Last year I tried on eight different sizes/styles of pants, none of them fit. I've always had great luck with the basics though: camis, long-sleeved Ts in tons of colors and necklines (made with "HEATTECH," which I suspect is some kind of plutonium-based textile because those shirts are thin and sleek but ridiculously warm), and other delicates I've purchased are of high quality and low price. This time when I walked in the store, I was greeted by a long line of manikins wearing corduroy leggings which I thought looked terrible, but I tried some on anyway and bought three pair. Plus some socks, more delicates, and an orange sweater.

Need a fleece jacket? This is maybe half the color selection, and they're $20

Manhattan isn't Copenhagen, and riding a "City Bike" through the streets seems like a suicide mission to me, but they're there if you want to rent one, and plenty of people do. 

This is Not a Cronut

"Cronut" - when I first heard about them I thought they were the latest food craze to encourage us all toward morbid obesity, like that sandwich at KFC with bacon, cheese, and sauce, but instead of bread, the outside is two pieces of fried chicken. Look, no one loves fried chicken more than I do (more on that in a later post) but there is no situation in which slabs of fried chicken are an appropriate substitution for bread. But I digress. The cronut was invented by a French baker named Dominique Ansel who lives in New York, and it is a something of a cross between a croissant and a doughnut. Again, when I first heard about the craze, I thought it was kind of dumb. Why does the world need something that's part croissant and part doughnut? For the record, I also thought labradoodles were kind of dumb when I first heard about them, but whatever, they are kind of cute so why be a hater?

I have not tried a cronut, but I am no longer skeptical. Peter and I went to the bakery first thing in the morning (so, you know, 10 o'clock) but we didn't have any intention of standing in the line that forms before the bakery opens which is the only way to get one of the 250 cronuts made daily. However, if you just want to get coffee and a different pastry from the bakery, you can walk right in. The cronut line is off to the side and a cro-tendant (ha! I just made that up!!) allows 20 people in at a time; you can order up to two and they cost $5.00 each. I have no doubt that they are delicious and I would love to try one some day, but there just aren't a whole lot of things I will stand in a long line for (two hours for a "Book of Mormon" ticket last year did me in for a while), plus there is the fact that I simply can't imagine anything more delicious than the DKA which I ordered all three times I was there.

line for cronuts

A DKA is Dominique's Kouign Amann, a kouign (pron: "queen") amann being a pastry I had never heard of until a few weeks ago when I noticed them in my local bakery in Queen Anne. The guy in line ahead of me there was overly enthusiastic about their deliciousness while talking to someone else in line, but I thought they looked rather plain and not particularly exciting. The guy in front of us in Dominique's bakery struck up a conversation with Peter and me and also had great things to say about the kouign amann - he said he didn't know why anyone would stand in line for a cronut when they could walk right in and get a DKA; I had to try one.

I can honestly say it might be the most delicious thing I've ever eaten. It's flaky yet chewy; there is no filling but somehow it's creamy; I think there's vanilla but maybe it's a touch of almond extract; and the texture is other-worldly -- it's pastry dough, but the outside is caramelized almost like a crème brulée. I can only hope that the ones at my local bakery are in the same league. 

...and Dominique was there and nice enough to let me take his picture!

New York City - Above the Fish Market

We stayed in Chinatown this year. During most of my trips to New York, I've stayed in Midtown (all those trips with Midori to the Doubletree in Times Square [saw Mike Wallace in the lobby once and another time in the late 90s, we shared the hotel with the Backstreet Boys, which meant we had to pass a gauntlet of screaming girls every day]); and there was the apartment next to Penn Station which Peter and I rented from a random girl on craigslist (we didn't trash her apartment and she didn't come back and kill us, but still, two reasons maybe you don't book accommodations from random people on craigslist). Other places have been close to Midtown (my apartment last year was in Hell's Kitchen which is mid and a bit west), but I've also stayed downtown a few times (Elizabeth's tiny place in the Village [one minuscule window which faced an alley, hence that apartment got NO natural light, and the kitchen was, with no exaggeration, the size of my downstairs powder-room]). There was Jesús and Eric's place on Bank Street [lovely], and the place in the Bowery where Peter, Jenine and I stayed in 2011 (weird, old, again, no light), and of course Brooklyn a few times (Dave and Annabelle's apartment which was cute enough, even though the floors were slanted; and then there was the place Elizabeth moved to in Brooklyn, which had two-story, floor-to-ceiling windows which let in so much sun, you could have grown produce). But this was the first time in Chinatown. And it was right IN Chinatown, above a fish market, the odors from which thankfully did not reach the sixth floor (although they might have if the windows had been open, which they weren't, because it was ridiculously warm for October and we had the air conditioners on the whole time).

Peter and I arrived Thursday night, and went to get burgers at Umami which I had read a favorable review of; the burgers were good, but not better than Shake Shack (http://www.placestogo-manomi.blogspot.com/2012/09/shake-shack.html).

sixth floor walk-up

JT & Jay Z

Last Day - Copenhagen

Today I did what I do best: I wandered around. I walked down the pedestrian shopping street, I bought some stuff, I had lunch at Ida Davidsen which is a landmark eatery serving classic Scandinavian open-faced sandwiches (and the lady herself was behind the counter), and then I walked to the Christianshavn neighborhood and found Noma and took a picture of the entrance. A three-hundred dollar gastronomic adventure would not have been appropriate on this trip (http://www.placestogo-manomi.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2012-01-01T00:00:00-05:00&updated-max=2013-01-01T00:00:00-05:00&max-results=29) but I still wanted to see the place and snap a pic. It’s located in a fairly non-descript building in a formerly industrial canal-side area, which appears to be experiencing some revitalization (lots of building sites), I’m guessing in some part due to the notoriety of the restaurant. It was a pleasant walk and downright warm out, and with my picture of Noma and my lunch at Ida Davidson, I had checked off almost all of the things I’d wanted to do in Denmark.

 

my lunch; with a soda, this ran me about $50

fairly unassuming for one of the world's best restaurants

I took the Metro from Christianshavn to the S Train and ended up back home just after Chuck, Susan, and the kids, and Ellen showed up a few minutes later having spent the day bird-watching with Laila and Bo. We went down to the beach for a little while as it was another beautiful evening and then had leftover stegte flæske for dinner (our third round of leftovers; seriously, we were given Viking-sized portions) and then I started packing to leave the next day.

I had a great time in Denmark. It was an interesting adjustment traveling with others as opposed to by myself which has become the norm, but coming to Denmark with Ellen, in part to meet her relatives was a trip a long time in the making. I’d known Ellen’s Danish mother who passed away a few years ago since I was a teenager, and had eaten many Danish delicacies around her table and experienced many Danish traditions in her home, and I know she would have been so pleased that I finally made it to Denmark with her daughter.