Archive: March, 2006
Stephen Starr gets one in the New York Times - Morimoto's Manhattan transfer reviewed.
It's "a stunning piece of work: a sparkly wonderland for glittery people," writes restaurant reviewer Frank Bruni today. "It's Morimoto's moment."
Unfortunately most of the raves in this one-star review are reserved for the decor. Some over-roasted the critic's lobster - just about all the shellfish felt left too long on the flame. "And limp ribbons of beef in a soy and mirin broth tasted as if they had been adrift in hot water three times longer than they should have been."
Good to see that Attytood sports a new sig for the new era - one of blogger Will Bunch holding out his coffee cup. He looks like he should be sitting on the curb outside the Wawa.
We might kid, but we love what he's done with the space. He's trying to save The Daily News and doesn't mind if he saves The Inquirer in the process.
We can thank Bunch for the Unconference that's taking place Saturday at Penn's Annenberg School of Communications, where participants will mull over what sort of media can survive this time of dizzying change and economic uncertainty.
We'll lay off T.O. soon in this space, but he keeps doing such noteworthy things. First he records a rap about his cheddah payday with the Cowboys. Now he's writing a book. Another one. Presumably not like George Clooney writes a blog.
"Ineligible Receiver" is the name. "The Real Story of My Journey From the Super Bowl to the Sidelines" is the subtitle. David Rosenthal, an exec with the publishing house Simon & Schuster, says "it's an important chapter in the long-term struggle for players' rights in the NFL."
The Eagles, you'll remember, benched Owens for four games for poisoning the locker room, then placed him on the inactive list over the last five weeks of the season before cutting him this month rather than pay him another $5 million. The new agreement between the players union and the owners bans deactivating a player for disciplinary reasons.
Classical Values read Inga Saffron's Sunday column about the Philly plumber's union standing in the way of the Comcast Center's plans to install water-saving urinals in the men's rooms. Calls it an embarrassment for the city, which had the opportunity to build the tallest "green" building in the land -- all because plumbers make less money installing these new waterless toilets. And the city sounds worried the toilets invite dangerous gas into the men's rooms.
CV has some tongue-in-cheek advice for the plumbers: call in the National Organization for Women. Remind them of the plumbers' commitment to gender equality. Ask their opinion of Comcast's putting environmentally friendly toilets only in the men's rooms.
Philebrity's put up pictures from its South By Southwest bash where they partnered with Move To Philly to shower music-biz mahoffs with brotherly love.
They just didn't mention this was the whole crowd.
Dan Deluca seems to have enjoyed writing this Move To Philly ... If You Can Find It blog post.
Didn't take long for T. O.'s web site to shuck those unbecoming green and black stripes for a more appropriate blue and silver scheme, now that he's caught a three-year deal from the Dallas Cowboys worth up to $25 mil.
The real horror is that he's joined a select chorus that includes Shaq, Roy Jones Jr. AI, Ken Griffey Jr., Kobe Bryant and WWF's John Cena.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the Terrell Owens rap.
Brad Pitt on the telly, via Art Blog, where Roberta Fallon spots a curiosity, and turns it into a pitch for her son's cool comic blog. Too bad Armstrong U. didn't make it into the tournament.
Tim Judah on the rise and fall of Slobodan Milosevic. A reminder, from the British journalist and author of The Serbs, of how a brilliant manipulator grabbed his people's aspirations and drove them into the ground. The BBC's Nick Thorpe on Milosevic's "Shadow of Death."
Creating a Pythonesque silly walk, via my son.
Philly radio's got a rangy new voice in town.
You want eclectic? How about the danceable art rock of Glascow's Franz Ferdinand's followed by the raucous Gypsy punk of Gogol Bordello. Muddy Waters's blues followed by Joni Mitchell's "Blue?"
That's what was playing the first time I tuned into Dfireradio, the still-in-beta Internet station from Drexel University's Dragonfire magazine/blog/newspaper. It streams music from the tastes of its editors, producers and reporters. The station has some moves, New Grass Revival into Sufjan Stevens. It's like going into Tower Records and hitting shuffle, or Sirius Disorder on a good day, or that guy down the hall who was working hard not to be figured out. Plans are to add Dragonfire's audio projects - interviews, reports, investigations. They're calling it 360-degree journalism.