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September in Edmonton is for the Arts

  • Edmonton Fashion Week for Fall/Winter 2008 runs September 4-14. The airport hangar will make for an interesting runway setup, no doubt.
  • September 6 is Alberta Arts Day. It’s a nice idea, but doesn’t it seem like a necessary event to justify Culture Minister Lindsey Blackett’s job?
  • For those looking for more adult-catered screen material under the stars, ATB is sponsoring Movie in the Park featuring Superbad on September 6 in Hawrelak Park.
  • Pecha Kucha, an evening showcasing design in all its aspects in an innovative format (presenters are limited to 20 seconds for each of their maximum 20 slides) had a successful first event in May. Their second is scheduled on September 11 at the TransAlta Arts Barns; I’ll be there.
  • Die-Nasty’s annual Soap-a-Thon is back on September 12, with over two days worth of continuous improv madness. I’m planning on checking them out at an obscene hour.
  • Help Edmonton Transit System celebrate their centennial during the week of September 12-20. Events include free concerts in Churchill Square, tours, and garage open houses.
  • The short but hopefully sweet Edmonton Poetry Festival starts its third edition on September 11 until the 13th. The “Revenge of the Killer Blinks”, 30 second flashes of poetry from over 60 performers, seems intriguing.
  • Free films with a conscience: Welcome to the Reel World, documentaries screened at the University of Alberta exposing important global issues begins again on September 17.
  • World Vision’s One Life Experience, which I had the privilege of visiting last fall, is similar to an upcoming MSF exhibit. Instead of a focus on HIV/AIDS however, the intent of Refugee Camp in the Heart of the City is to have those that walk through imagine they are displaced and fleeing violence and persecution. It is taking place at McIntyre Park in Old Strathcona September 18-21. I encourage you to check it out.
  • The YMCA is offering free walking clinic for eight weeks. Meet at the Don Wheton YMCA (10030 102 A Ave) on Mondays beginning September 22, 12:10-12:55pm.
  • With the fall comes films – the first of the two biggest screen festivals in the city, the Edmonton International Film Festival, rolls in September 26-October 4.
  • Arts on the Ave, the spunky group doing their best to revitalize the Alberta Avenue community, is hosting their now annual Kaleido Family Arts Festival September 26-28.

Happy September everyone!

Culinary Q & A with Adam Snider

Occupation: Marketing Writer

What did you eat today?

I suppose the easiest way to answer this question is with a meal-by-meal breakdown, so here it goes.

Breakfast: 3 Red River & Oats pancakes (I made these a couple of weekends ago and froze the leftovers; I just popped a few in the toaster this morning and had a good breakfast ready in just minutes), and a protein & fibre drink (made from hemp protein powder and water).

Snack: Unsalted, multi-grain rice cakes with peanut butter.

Lunch: It happens that you asked me this on a Thursday, and the company I work for buys lunch for the employees every Thursday. Today, a few of the guys here actually BBQed some steaks and hamburgers. I had a steak, Caesar salad, some raw veggies, and a Coke.

Snack: Organic braeburn apple…these are the best apples I’ve ever tasted.

Supper: I’ve been trying to eat healthier, lately, and to keep with that, I had a turkey burger. The patty was made from organic ground turkey mixed with some hot sauce, a bit of curry powder, and just a touch of garlic powder. I topped this with a bit of Dijon mustard and, instead of eating it on a bun, I wrapped it up in some organic lettuce.

I also had a salad, just some lettuce, mixed bean sprouts, and half of an apple (all organic). I tossed this with a reduction of Yukon birch syrup, red wine vinegar, and olive oil.

What do you never eat?

I try not to discriminate against food, as just about everything can taste good if it’s prepared well, but there are a few things I just can’t eat. The first is Brussels sprouts. I hated these as a kid, and just haven’t been able to bring myself to give them a second chance as an adult.

I also refuse to eat Twinkies. I mean, do Twinkies even count as food? I have never eaten one, and I’d like to keep it that way.

What is your personal specialty?

I like to think that I’m a pretty good cook, but I admit that most of my dishes are pretty simple. If I had to pick a specialty, it would probably be my beef stew. There isn’t really a recipe, so it’s a bit different every time I make it, but other than the odd comment about it being too spicy (I like hot food) I’ve never had a complaint when I’ve made it for other people. My old roommate once said it was the best stew she had ever tasted.

What is your favorite kitchen item?

Probably my slow cooker. That’s the real secret ingredient in my stew, as well as a lot of other hearty dishes that I like to make in the winter months. It’s even good for use in the summer, because it doesn’t heat up the apartment the way that the stove and oven do.

World ends tomorrow. Describe your last meal.

This is a tough one. I’m not sure I can pick just one meal. I’d probably end up eating as many of my favourite foods as possible. A few things that I’d definitely have to include would be: a thick, medium-rare steak; a bison burger; a “deluxe” pizza; a cold beer (maybe a Maudite or an Alley Kat Charlie Flint Lager); a glass of wine (a pinot noir of some kind)…

Then again, maybe I’d try something I’ve eaten before…some kind of endangered species, maybe. I mean, the world is going to end tomorrow, so what harm could it do to eat a bald eagle, right?

Where do you eat out most frequently?

I try to check out a lot of different restaurants, but I think I eat out at Cosmos most often. My girlfriend (Sara) and I both love Greek food, so we tend to visit Cosmos a lot. They have great food, and incredible service. We went to the Rice Howard Way location for Sara’s birthday and they actually comped her entire meal, all of her drinks, and bought her a glass of wine and a piece of cake. Needless to say, I left a good tip and we’ve been telling everyone about their great service.

What’s the best place to eat in Edmonton?

A lot of really great restaurants have opened up in the last few years, and Edmonton is really starting to become a great city for foodies, so choosing the best place is tough.

On top of that, it really depends what I’m in the mood for. Picking an overall best restaurant in Edmonton is not easy, but my personal favourite would probably be a place just off Stony Plain Rd. called Singapore Baba. It’s a small, Singaporean place, run by a husband and wife team, that serves enormous portions for very low cost, and the service is excellent. You feel almost as if you’re a part of their family while you’re there.

Unfortunately, the last I heard was that they had been forced to temporarily close because the wife was in the hospital recovering from a car accident. That was almost a year ago, and I haven’t had a chance to see if they’ve reopened. I have a feeling that, unfortunately, they were probably forced to close down permanently, but I hope not. Maybe I’ll drive down there sometime this week and see if they’re still in business.

If you weren’t limited by geography, where and what would you eat?

This is another tough one, but I think I’d go to Japan to eat genuine Kobe beef. About the only Kobe you’ll see in Edmonton is in burger form, but apparently a Kobe beef steak is the best steak that money can buy. Assuming I had the cash, that would probably be my pick.

Small on Food: Devlin’s

Though we already had our mind set on a pre-show meal at Devlin’s Cocktail Lounge (10507 82 Avenue) on Wednesday, it turns out it was a great day to do so, as there was a sign advertising $2 off all tapas.

At Devlin’s

We had first seen Executive Chef Sebastian Lysz in action at the Sip! Wine and Food event at Capital Ex the month prior, and were excited to see if the food at his regular place of work would match the showmanship he had demonstrated on stage.

The interior of Devlin’s, with its cool dark wood everything, black leather chairs, banquet, and booths definitely exuded a lounge feeling. Though the secluded patio was tempting (heated with lamps, a requirement…in the month of August), we opted to sit facing the front windows to watch the world go by.

Interior

The summer menu, featuring only tapas and an extensive drink selection (par for the course) was disappointing for our hungry stomachs – perhaps our dinner choice that night should have taken entrée selection into consideration. At any rate, seeking warm plates, I decided on two flatbreads (aka pizzas, at $9 each), advertised as being “finished in a 700 degree oven” and sliders, irresistible despite their steep regular price tag of $13.

We were alone in the lounge at that point, so service was decidedly attentive, though a tiny trickle of patrons as we waited for our orders ensured the waitresses would have some tables to keep them busy when we left.

Our food arrived in no time, unadorned but visually pleasing on bright white plates. The sliders (or other round, circular edibles) must be a fixture on the menu, otherwise, justifying the purchase of such singular-use dishes would be difficult (though the price of the sliders could go a long way to making a dent in the initial investment…). We were treated to three different dressings to the base of a house-made bun and slow-cooked short rib: blue cheese, goat cheese, and southwestern BBQ. I found the beef tender and moist, elevated by the fresh bread encapsulating it, but Mack and I both agreed that the sliders weren’t worth $4 a piece. The flatbreads were the better deal, and more filling as well. The chorizo/gouda/mozza combination was all right, but the sausage was surprisingly flavourless. I much preferred the fresh mozzarella, tomato and basil version – the fresh cheese and the drizzled olive oil finish made the pizza.

Sliders

Chorizo Flatbread

Margherita Flatbread

Like most places that only offer small plates, it would be wise to eat something prior to heading out, lest sampling make a massive dent in your wallet. I’d return again to Devlin’s, but would heed my own advice first.

Devlin’s Cocktail Lounge
10507 82 Avenue
(780) 437-7489

The Big Kahuna: Day 6

On Tuesday I introduced Mack to the manic energy of Charles Ross, aka the man behind The One Man Star Wars Trilogy. A sold-out crowd, packed into the cooker of a stage at the Strathcona Community League, provided ample enthusiasm to feed Ross’s one and half hour whirlwind tumble through Episodes four through six. There were a few differences between this version and the one I saw five years ago (notably, the “special effects” signifying the explosion of both Death Stars), and Ross this time wore a microphone, wise given the fact that he is performing two different shows this time around (his other, Sev, has nothing to do with a Hollywood film of any kind). Again, though the feat of cycling through the films is a testament to Ross’s personal zeal, much of the enjoyment of the show is provided by his character attributions (“schwing”, Luke’s whiny temperament), impersonations (I had forgotten how much I adore his imitation of R2-D2), and side commentary (“I’ll never work in film again!”). Like it did the first time, the show makes me want to watch all three movies over again. After the applause, Ross took a moment to implore the audience to follow through with any great ideas they may be sitting on. This is something he has done after every performance I have seen, so it was slightly less off-putting and seemingly more genuine to me than I have regarded it in the past.

I’m not sure if tickets are still available to the show, but there are, be sure to snap ‘em up.

On a different note, Fringe festival head Julian Mayne is optimistic about breaking the ceiling of the 77,000 indoor performance ticket sales tallied in 2006. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.

Also, online ticket purchases are up 20% – definitely good news for Mayne, who took a lot of flack for introducing the system last year. Still, it’s hard to see why everyone who has access to a computer wouldn’t pre-buy their tickets – the “Will Call” line is always shorter and faster at the Central Box Office.

Food at the Fringe

  • Though Starbucks shouldn’t count strictly as food from the Fringe, coffee is such a festival necessity to me that it bears inclusion on that ground alone.

 

My Fringe ritual: Journal reviews and coffee

  • Annie bought a cup of IttiBitz ($3.75) at the Fringe over the weekend. I’d always been intrigued by the tiny rounds of pastel-colored ice cream, but had never tried it myself. Turns out, it is just frozen pellets of ice cream; nothing special at all.

 

Annie with the IttiBitz sign

 

Cookies and Cream IttiBitz (vanilla ice cream pellets and crushed up chocolate cookies)

  • Intrigued by Funky Pickle‘s idea of “Butter Chicken Pizza”, I just had to try it. At $5 for the slice, however, it wasn’t what I was expecting, nor was it worth it. A curry sauce was used in place of the usual tomato base, and though the chicken may have been cooked in a tandoori oven (it was dry as heck), everything else about the pizza was decidedly ordinary. Supposedly created in collaboration with New Asian Village, one would imagine a final product with more flavour and originality behind it.

 

Butter chicken pizza from Funky Pickle

  • The vegetarian samosas (2 for $3.50) from India Palace was definitely the better deal when compared with the pizza – fried to a crisp perfection, they were filled with a lovely concoction of potatoes, peas, and a hint of chili. Carbolicious, they were way more satisfying than the pizza by far.

 

Samosas from India Palace

  • I wouldn’t be surprised if all restaurants in the immediate vicinity of the Fringe grounds had festival-specific menus, but Packrat Louie‘s is the only one I’ve had the personal opportunity to test. They’ve added a few special entrees, including ostrich fan steak, a “Mushroom Steak Fringe”, and a Hawaiian pizza dubbed “The Kahuna”.

 

Fringe-themed menu

 

The Kahuna

Happy eating at the Fringe!

“It ain’t no value menu”: Burger Baron

Whenever we would pass by a Burger Baron, those shady-looking drive-in or cottage-shaped fast food parlours, Mack and I would always verbally state our intention to give it a try at some point. On Friday, we finally did.

Blue sky and Burger Baron

This location (9908 70 Avenue) seemed safe enough on the outside, in terms of cleanliness anyway. The open kitchen provided some relief, and the interior was well-kept. We perused the extensive menu, spanning not only the expected burgers, but fried chicken, grilled cheese, and donairs as well. In addition to slightly discounted combination meals, Burger Baron also offers daily specials. On this day, 2 cheeseburgers were priced at $7, a deal too good for Mack to pass up. I opted for the Dad’s Burger ($4.75), minus the questionable “special Baron  sauce”, and we added a large Strawberry Shake ($3.75), and sides of both onion rings and fries to our order. It was a sizable portion of food for two, but we didn’t expect the total to ring in at $21 – it was definitely not priced to compare with McDonald’s value menu.

Extensive menu

A small seating area was available to patrons eating in, though with the steady stream of drive-thru customers (the majority of them individual males), I can imagine their take-away business to be quite sizable.

After our order was announced, we picked up our tray and couldn’t wait to dig in. The thin beef patties were dwarfed by the fluffy nature of the bun, a ratio Mack quite enjoyed. My burger was fine, though the bacon was disappointingly limp and not crisp. The fries, which had been tossed slightly in a seasoning salt, were fresh, and darn tasty. The onion rings could have used a bit of oomph, however, as they tasted like they had been pulled from the very back of the freezer, but I still enjoyed their deep-fried goodness. The shake was a winner with Mack as well.

Fries and Dad’s Burger (bacon, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, onions and pickles)

Onion Rings and Cheeseburger

Mack devours his first cheeseburger

Though our dining experience was a positive one overall, and didn’t disappoint despite the long build up of expectations, we agreed that the price wouldn’t justify frequent visits for the Baron’s fast food.

Burger Baron
9908 70 Avenue (plus 10 other locations in Edmonton)
(780) 433-7634
Monday-Saturday 11 am – 9pm, Sunday 12 – 8pm

Notes from the Fringe

  • I remember complaints last year about the reduced number of vendor permits distributed; it seems they are back in numbers to spare. The layout, which they usually change every year, is very clean this year. The alley behind the Strathcona library is usually uncomfortably crowded, but this year, pedestrian traffic is alleviated with vendors distributed along with side of the library as well.
  • Unlike last year, the location of the ticket booths is absent from the map in the centre of the program. Because of this, I think many patrons who need to purchase tickets aren’t aware of the “satellite” box offices, and thus the log jam at the Central Box Office during peak times. The Fringe administrators need to do a better job of advertising alternative places to obtain tickets.
  • I love the idea of the Fringe midway. While I haven’t had the time to watch any of the shows, I have walked through several times and just drink up the atmosphere of carney-like hawkers peddling their shows to the public. It’s a wonderful thing, and like being flyered on the grounds, the most honest means for artists to attract audience members to their production.
  • Perhaps I hadn’t paid attention in past years, but the food choices on site (although expensive), seem to be better this year. I had the usual green onion cakes, but am eying the Butter Chicken Pizza from Funky Pickle for later this week.

The Big Kahuna: Day 4

My Sunday began with the third instalment of Maggie-Now. I hadn’t seen either of the two previous parts at the last two Fringes, but I remembered the stellar reviews, and vowed to see what the hype was all about this year. The summary on the back of the program neatly caught me up on what I missed, though even without the background, one would be able to stumble right into the story without difficulty. Part 3 focuses on the disappearance of Maggie-Now’s husband, Claude, and the affect of his absence on the family unit. There was nothing ground-breaking about the show, but there doesn’t have to be for a solid, enjoyable production. I loved the simple staging (plain wooden chairs supplied the backbone of the audience’s imagination), and Kendra Connor as the titular character was a vision. My only criticism was the rather abrupt ending (so much so that it took the audience a few seconds to take the cue for applause), likely an arbitrary one to ensure that Part 4 could stand alone as well. If not for my upcoming trip to Vancouver, I would definitely be returning to the venue to find out what would become of Maggie-Now and her family.

Afterwards, I sauntered over to B-Scene Studios (an awkwardly-arranged BYOV) to wait in line for TJ Dawe’s first Edmonton Fringe show in four years, Maxim & Cosmo. I loved him in Canadian Bartender in Butlin’s, the only show of his I have ever seen. For someone who prefers group productions, it surprised even me that I enjoyed Dawe’s standup shtick as much as I did. Maxim & Cosmo is Dawe’s diatribe on gender stereotypes, expectations and fears. As I hoped, his performance was witty, insightful and intelligent. If insuring body parts are the norm these days, Dawe should buy insurance for his tongue – his lightening quick delivery keeps audiences on their feet, listening for the next pun or joke around the corner. Seemingly tailor-made for the Fringe, Dawe’s relatable observations about life make the hour vanish into a cloud of laughter, self-reflection and appreciation for his inherent talent.

My last show of the day was one of two wild cards this year. The program description for Sylvie sounded interesting, but unlike most of my other picks, I had no knowledge of the company, director, writer or actors involved. As such, this play about a chance meeting between a naïve Canadian and a homeless man in Edinburgh turned out to be a nice little surprise. I was immediately drawn to Elisa Benzer’s energy, and her character Anna’s willingness to jump (sometimes recklessly) into new experiences. As a writer, Anna had a tendency to see everyone as a character, including this poor street soul. Their connection and unlikely friendship, supplemented by flashbacks into her homeless companion’s life, and Anna’s struggle to maintain her devotion to a loving boyfriend back home, made for an interesting seventy five minutes. My only quibble was with the uneven lighting, but that could be excused given the student/recent graduate status of everyone involved. Not pretending to be more than what it is, Sylvie provides an intriguing lens into a moment when two divergent paths crossed.

The Big Kahuna: Day 3

I opted to sleep in on Saturday, which was a pro-active way to avoid being outside in the scorching heat longer than absolutely necessary. My first play of the day was Wayne Paquette’s A Body of Water. Madagascar, my favourite production at last year’s Fringe, was put on by the same company, so I knew I would be confronted by an engaging, thought-provoking drama. Coralie Cairns and John Sproule as a woman and a man without memory of themselves or the place they awaken in, were perfectly confounded, and sustained their energy throughout the twists and turns as they endured numerous “truths” of their supposed identities. Beth Graham, however, was the definite standout – besides having to act in a long-sleeve shirt, pants, and a sweater to boot in the furnace of the Telephone Museum, she was chilling, fluidly moving from one story to the next without pause. She was exhausting just to watch, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, attempting to catch something – a wince, a blink, a nudge – that would betray her true nature. Even now, two days later, I still have no idea which of her accounts were ultimately “true” – but perhaps that isn’t the point – it is the revelation of how susceptible we are without our personal narratives and remembered experiences, and how much at that point we have to rely, naked and blind otherwise, on others.

I met up with Annie and Andres for 25 Plays About…Love at the (yay!) air-conditioned Arts Barns. I remember seeing advertisements for the original production, 50 Plays About…Love, a few months back at Latitude 53, but didn’t have a chance to make it out at that time. Like most plays comprised of short, unrelated vignettes, there were some that were better than others. In this case, I found that the majority were a miss rather than a hit. We saw representations of very different kinds of love – of the hockey game, of one’s body, of routine, but my favourites were of the romantic kind: the snippet involving the man who could see into the future, the old couple sitting in the park, the young couple bickering in the car on the way home from a dinner party. The “bad dancing” portion of the show was amusing, but seemed somewhat misplaced. Though not wholly disappointing, I’ve seen similar shows executed much better than 25 Plays, so I can’t recommend this one.

The Big Kahuna: Day 2

On Friday night I went to see Happy Toes, Teatro la Quindicina’s return to the Fringe. Stewart Lemoine’s piece on friendship, possibilities, and happiness was poignant, and even more so in hindsight. There were a few moments of awkward pauses and odd pacing, but I chose to think such things would improve themselves over the course of the festival. For the most part the cast did a great job – Jeff Haslam was en pointe with line delivery that milked for laughs, and Leona Brausen was her usual delightful self on stage. It was nice to see Ron Pederson again, though Mack thought he was dialing in his performance. My favourite moment was the tender one between Haslam and Pederson’s characters – a lovely space of understanding and appreciation. The show has likely sold out for its run (it received five stars in the Journal today), so get tickets quick if you still can, or wait for the holdovers August 26-30 at the Varscona.