Well, apparently the good people at Alice & Friends were frightened by the prospect of entering Kitchen Stadium (or maybe they're just afraid of Chairman Kaga. Hell, who wouldn't be?), but they were a no-show last night.
Um, what I'm trying to say is, the restaurant was closed last night, although they do promise, on a note taped to the door, to re-open Saturday, May 1st. Instead, there was Moody's, and there were onion rings. And fries. And entirely too much sangria. This is a very bad combination, and readers are advised to avoid it.
One side effect is writing horribly elliptical blog entries with entirely unnecessary Iron Chef references.
If you believe there's any such thing as an unnecessary Iron Chef reference.
Not much point claiming I'll return to this and rewrite it into something coherent, is there? No one believes me when I say that anymore.
Details are hazy. I think I owe XXX and XXX a round of drinks, since they each bought one at Simon's and my vodka Red Bull's were probably the most expensive thing. Also, Preston Klik bands tend to break up, whether I'm involved or not. The one-man Steel Magnolias at Broadway Armory is worth your time and the quite reasonable cost, and the program is a work of art. And Ebert gave Shaolin Soccer three stars.
Elliptical, I said. And also, hazy.