My love of the band CAKE runs deep. Real deep. In fact, the sole reason I got to know 4 or 5 of my best buds from college is because of our mutual love for John McCrea and company. Without CAKE, I would literally have less friends.
This weekend, one of the aforementioned chums, Lord Newton, sent me an interesting video in honor of Valentine's Day. It's for the song "Love You Madly" from their 2001 album Comfort Eagle. You may recognize it from the opening credits of Forgetting Sarah Marshall, one of my favorite movies (further proving to me that Jason Segel and I would totally be pals if I was famous. Maybe even CAKE friends?).
Anyway, the video is interesting because it's not your typical music video (actually, none of their videos are). It stars the drummer and trumpeter from the band competing in a timed cookoff using pumpkin as the main ingredient. Sound familiar? Iron Chef America and Top Chef, you've been called out. This video is from 2001, you didn't start to air until 2005 and 2006, respectively.
Watch for three amazing cameos at the end, as the judges.
Video: CAKE - "Love You Madly"
And if you ever have the sick desire to know what's going on inside CAKE lead singer John McCrea's head, check out the CAKE NEWS blog. It's insane.
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Sobriety: Basketball & Milk
Well this sober thing hasn't helped my basketball skills at all (tough loss tonight for the Independent Mortgage Co. team. Mr. Fuck Maguire played a great one offensively, but our scoring never got going in OT). Since I hadn't really eating anything all day except a salad, on the walk home at 11PM I headed to Momofuku Bakery & Milk Bar on 13th and 2nd. I got the famous pork buns, and a chocolate-brownie-ice-cream & cereal-milk shake (thanks to a lactaid pill). Since that might be the closest I ever get to Ko, I'm happy enough because it was awesome. I'll have to take Blondie back there; she'll friggin' dig it.
Also, I'm posting tons more of my pretentious B&W (and some color) SLR photography to my Flickr page, so check it out:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/themidnightlumberjack/
Also, I'm posting tons more of my pretentious B&W (and some color) SLR photography to my Flickr page, so check it out:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/themidnightlumberjack/
Sobriety: wd-50
Blondie and I went to dinner on Saturday night at wd~50, a place I've been dying to try for a long time. It's run by Wylie Dufresne, one of the leading molecular gastronomic chefs in the country. We had a great meal (and saw David Chang so it was a total foodie dream night), but damn was it hard to go out to a nice dinner without any drinking.
First, we arrived half an hour early of our reservation. This is usually SOP for us, but if you can't wait it out with a cocktail, it's a brutal 30 minutes. We literally stood there and stared at the extensive bar, D.Chang's stupid ski-hat, and each other's obviously parched lips. Thankfully they sat us before we attacked the bartender.
We had to explain to the waitress why we weren't ordering wine, and she gave us a mix of response 1 and 2.
By the time the apps were done (I had the smashed foie gras, and it was fucking unbelievable. Blondie had the chestnut soup which I loved, but a heavy dose of "mackerel powder" kind of turned her off. She's not one for powdered fish apparently), we had run out of things to talk about. 3+ years of dating got us past the first course. Awesome.
The entrees came (monkfish with Irish oats for her, duck with worcestershire spaetzel for me) and we went to town. The oats made the monkfish dish, and I devoured the duck (which tasted like fillet and was amazing, easing my debilitating hatred of fowl and poultry). But we both couldn't help but notice how the water between bites just felt wrong. Like using a golfcart at Augusta. Or Phil Collins fronting Journey.
And for dessert, cheesecake globes with lime ice cream balls and raisins, and a caramelized brioche with brown butter sorbet. highlight of the meal. It seems that "molecular gastronomy" really is at it's best for desert. But damn did we miss that Riesling or ice wine with it.
Now normally, a place like wd~50 would be cost prohibitive for us, but sans drinking, we managed to save at least $100. So far, this is the first upside of this crusade.
Overall, it was a delicious meal and cool experience even without the booze, but not something I see us ever going back for. It's just too pricey and too experiential.
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On an unrelated note, I watched TMNT (the CGI animated Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie from a year ago), and frickin' loved it. The 9 year old I became for that hour and a half was glued to the TV. Thoughts?
First, we arrived half an hour early of our reservation. This is usually SOP for us, but if you can't wait it out with a cocktail, it's a brutal 30 minutes. We literally stood there and stared at the extensive bar, D.Chang's stupid ski-hat, and each other's obviously parched lips. Thankfully they sat us before we attacked the bartender.
We had to explain to the waitress why we weren't ordering wine, and she gave us a mix of response 1 and 2.
By the time the apps were done (I had the smashed foie gras, and it was fucking unbelievable. Blondie had the chestnut soup which I loved, but a heavy dose of "mackerel powder" kind of turned her off. She's not one for powdered fish apparently), we had run out of things to talk about. 3+ years of dating got us past the first course. Awesome.
The entrees came (monkfish with Irish oats for her, duck with worcestershire spaetzel for me) and we went to town. The oats made the monkfish dish, and I devoured the duck (which tasted like fillet and was amazing, easing my debilitating hatred of fowl and poultry). But we both couldn't help but notice how the water between bites just felt wrong. Like using a golfcart at Augusta. Or Phil Collins fronting Journey.
And for dessert, cheesecake globes with lime ice cream balls and raisins, and a caramelized brioche with brown butter sorbet. highlight of the meal. It seems that "molecular gastronomy" really is at it's best for desert. But damn did we miss that Riesling or ice wine with it.
Now normally, a place like wd~50 would be cost prohibitive for us, but sans drinking, we managed to save at least $100. So far, this is the first upside of this crusade.
Overall, it was a delicious meal and cool experience even without the booze, but not something I see us ever going back for. It's just too pricey and too experiential.
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On an unrelated note, I watched TMNT (the CGI animated Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie from a year ago), and frickin' loved it. The 9 year old I became for that hour and a half was glued to the TV. Thoughts?
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