Monday, July 28, 2008
Traveling - Part II
When we got back home after our long day of traveling from Grand Rapids to San Francisco, my dad called to tell me that there was an apartment waiting for us in Stockholm. A few months earlier, after Hobie's passing, I had decided to look into moving to Sweden for a while. My brother had spent February working in Paris, so I thought perhaps Joe and I could take our work on the road, too. I figured it would be a piece of cake to find a place to rent for a few weeks in Stockholm, which turned out to be dead wrong; there don't seem to be a lot of short-term rentals in that city, like there are in Paris and London. However, a relative had finally found one.

Despite the fact that I had experienced less anxiety than usual on our flights, I wasn't particularly keen on the idea of planning another trip right away. And yet, I had to decide fairly quickly what to do. It's always been a dream of mine to "divide my time" -- you know, like you frequently see in author bios on book jackets: "Sue Grafton divides her time between Montecito, California, and Louisville, Kentucky." My parents divide their time between Michigan and Florida. Of course, the difference is that (a) Grafton is fabulously wealthy and (b) my parents are retired; we are neither. This venture would entail some financial sacrifice on our part.

Still, I really liked the idea of living in a different place as opposed to simply vacationing -- really getting to experience another city as a resident instead of a tourist. Granted, I'm pretty familiar with Stockholm, having spent a lot of time there over the years, but I've only been there twice in the past decade and both of those trips were on the brief side. So we decided to go for it, and we're going to spend the entire month of August living in the Östermalm neighborhood in Stockholm. We're both going to be working, and hopefully having fun, too.

What will it be like to spend a whole month in another country? Considering the current exchange rate, will we be able to afford to eat anything other than knäckebröd? Stay tuned to find out! I'm going to try to blog every single day in August (don't laugh -- I said try) with stories, photos and reports. I hope it will turn out to be an entertaining and informative log.
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Sunday, July 27, 2008
Traveling - Part I
I practically grew up on planes. My grandparents lived in Sweden, so we used to go there every other summer, and we visited my other grandparents in Ft. Lauderdale, FL, each winter. I never experienced any anxiety; I did experience boredom on the long-haul flights, but that was different. When I was a teenager, back in the Sony Walkman era, I used to purchase a new LP before we went on a trip and record it on cassette without listening to it so I would have something to look forward to. Among the records I remember buying and recording are Roxy Music's Greatest Hits, Haircut 100's Pelican West and Kim Wilde's debut album.

In adulthood, I found that I'd turned into a white-knuckle flier, especially when there's turbulence. Unlike a lot of aerophobes, I decided I was not going to let my anxiety stop me from traveling. We visit my parents in Florida every year, and the people who have read this blog over the years have heard about my trips to Jamaica, Sweden, Mexico, New York City, North Carolina, Minnesota, New Mexico and other locales. But my fear of flying has also been a recurring theme here. I'm usually OK with short trips, but long ones (2+ hours) make me extremely nervous. Since we had to fly to Michigan last month to visit my folks (they only spend the winters in Florida), which involves some long stretches in the air -- our flight home, from Detroit, was going to be 5 hours long -- I decided to try something new.

One of my long-time clients had become a certified clinical hypnotherapist, and her specialties included eliminating phobias. I was a skeptic and felt pretty certain that I couldn't be hypnotized, but I figured there was no harm in trying, so I set up an appointment with her a couple days before our trip. (She lives in Southern California, but works over the phone as well as in person.)

Weird thing #1: I went out and ran an errand and totally forgot about our appointment. I'm not the kind of person who forgets that kind of thing -- in fact, I tend to be early for everything. Luckily, she forgave me, but it was so embarrassing!

Weird thing #2: When I finally rang, I was on the phone with her for an hour. I know that's true because the phone bill showed that our conversation was 61 minutes long. And yet I have no recollection of the hour passing. I can recall what she asked me in the first 10-15 minutes (I had to describe a particularly unpleasant, turbulent flight I was on a few years ago flying home from London in vivid detail), but what went on during the rest of our call is shrouded in mystery.

Our flight to Michigan (connecting through the airport in Minneapolis) was uneventful, but the flight home -- the 5-hour flight -- was pretty bad; the "fasten seat belt" sign was on almost the whole time, and for some reason we couldn't land in San Francisco right away and had to circle over the Pacific Ocean for 30 extra minutes. During the flight, I was aware of the turbulence, but I wasn't bothered by the turbulence. I could even concentrate on a book, which I normally can't do if I'm hyper-nervous, and got through almost all of Alexander McCall Smith's latest. (Bringing a book I was looking forward to reading was a key part of my plan.)

Stay tuned for Part II...
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Saturday, July 26, 2008
Brushes with greatness, past and present
Last month at the Shotgun Players fundraiser, one of the items up for bid in the silent auction was dinner with two of my favorite Shotgun actors, John Mercer and Trish Mulholland (bios & photos here). I was intent on snagging that item and hovered over the clipboard to make sure mine was the highest bid. Joe made some comment to John Mercer about how "my wife is your biggest fan" and I was sure that the two of them were going to be dreading having to go out with a crazy stalker lady. I thought perhaps it would wind up like some unholy cross between the "Flight of the Conchords" episode where the boys have to go to dinner with Mel, and the old SNL sketch "The Chris Farley Show." "Remember when you guys were in Caryl Churchill's 'Owners'? That was awesome! Have you seen 'Batman' yet?"

Happily, though, the actors could not have been nicer and I think everyone wound up having a great time. I got to ask lots of questions about their lives and careers (Mercer is originally from the northern U.K., Mulholland is from Australia) and even got to hear a bit of theatrical gossip. They are both terrific, friendly people as well as excellent actors. You can catch Mercer this fall in Shotgun's production of "Macbeth" and Mulholland in Aurora Theatre's "The Devil's Disciple."

Speaking of acting, with "The X-Files" movie opening this weekend, I should mention that one of my very, very tiny claims to fame is that I went to high school and acted in a class play, "Arsenic and Old Lace," with Gillian "Scully" Anderson. One of my old classmates even has the photographic proof available here. I wish I had some good Gillian stories to tell, but I honestly don't recall ever even having a conversation with her. When "The X-Files" debuted, I watched a couple episodes before deciding that it wasn't really my thing. Still... good for her for going on to have an exciting, glamorous career!

Since my high school has never had a reunion, my images of my classmates tend to be frozen in time. I decided to Google a few of them to see what became of the ones who didn't go on to be movie stars. This guy is a college professor. This guy (with whom I've exchanged a couple emails over the years) is a Project Manager at a big state university. This gal lives in Seattle and works for Microsoft. I guess Gillian is the only famous alum, since she's the only one mentioned in my high school's Wikipedia entry.
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Monday, July 21, 2008
Thank you for the music
In a recent blog entry, yellojkt asked his readers for their best ABBA memory. Sorry, but no one can top me on this one, so I had to put it in my own blog.

1. I have seen ABBA live on their only U.S. tour (Sept. 29, 1979, in Milwaukee).
2. I have met a member of ABBA. I was in Stockholm and had just purchased a copy of the brand new Voulez Vous LP when my aunt happened to spot Frida outside a shoe store. Frida was very nice and signed my album, which of course I still have.
3. I have not only seen the stage production of "Mamma Mia!," I have seen the Swedish-language version.

I feel entitled to be smug about my ABBA experiences because no one remembers how lonely and miserable it was to be an ABBA fan in the U.S. during the post-disco, pre-"Muriel's Wedding" days. ABBA were as unfashionable as an old platform shoe. I remember seeing my friend James with a copy of The Visitors, ABBA's last studio album, which he was planning to review for the teen news section we both wrote for, and I just assumed that he was going to pan it because nobody in America seemed to like ABBA back then. They weren't even considered kitschy or a guilty pleasure -- that came years later. And they'd never had the incredible success here that they'd enjoyed abroad, even in their 70s heyday. (Thankfully, by the way, he really loved the album and gave it a great review, which is probably why we became friends...)

Even though ABBA have enjoyed a resurgence in popularity for years now, I have to admit the diehard fan in me always wonders why ABBA Gold is such a big seller. That's one album I don't own, and why should I? You need all of the original LPs so you can enjoy the album cuts like "Dum Dum Diddle," "Andante Andante" and "Sitting in the Palmtree"! Sure, some of their more obscure tracks have been compiled into More ABBA Gold, but they're all out of context!

You probably expect that I rushed right out and saw the film version of "Mamma Mia." No. I don't need to suffer through Pierce Brosnan butchering "S.O.S." Plus, in cutting the musical down for film, they dropped "Knowing Me, Knowing You" from the soundtrack, which is not only the best ABBA song, it is, in my opinion, the best song of all time. I admit that I'm happy it did so well at the box office, though; hopefully some of the folks who saw it will be inspired to pick up some of the original tunes and hear what they're supposed to sound like. As for me, I think I'll fire up a little Super Trouper today.
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Inflation hits home, part deux
A while back, I wrote about inflation and how I realized I was affected by it when the price of my favorite cereal rose. (At least they haven't shrunk the contents of the box, as far as I can tell, anyway.) Well, inflation has reared its ugly head again.

I have kind of a weird subscription to the San Francisco Chronicle. A while back, I realized that I could purchase a Wednesday through Sunday subscription, buy the paper on Monday and Tuesday, and save money. At first, a six-month Wed.-Sun. sub cost a mere $19.99 -- what a deal! Then in May of '06, it went up to $36; in December of '06, it rose to $40; and there it stayed until last month, when it rose alarmingly to $78. I checked the web site and a seven-day subscription was $150, so it still seemed like a good deal.

Then, when I bought a Chron at Safeway one Monday, I was surprised when it scanned at 75 cents. Sure enough, the new price was there on the front page in tiny print. It wasn't so long ago that the paper cost 25 cents when you bought it at the store or in a box; it went up to 50 cents a couple years ago. There was no announcement of the price increase in the paper itself.

The cost goes up and the paper gets smaller -- the Chron just dumped its weekly Sunday magazine (it'll be back once a month, emphasizing ad-friendly topics like home improvements and travel), it combined its sports and business/technology sections on Mondays and Tuesdays, and the pages themselves are now physically smaller, in an effort to save newsprint. And last year, they laid off a whole bunch of people. Meanwhile, the entire paper is available for free online. I'm so hopelessly old school that I enjoy reading the real deal, and I spend enough time staring at this blasted screen; I like to take a break for lunch and read the paper. But instead of shelling out 75 cents on Monday and Tuesday, I went over to the library and read it there, for free. There's a coffee shop/lounge area which has all the local rags available; of course, the trick is not buying a food or drink item, thus negating my savings!

I gather that the online version of the Chron isn't a real profit center yet. Maybe they need to learn from the Swedes, namely the wildly successful and money-making Aftonbladet.se, which is Sweden’s second-largest site after MSN, with 3.5 million unique users. I dare you to take a look at Aftonbladet's site -- even if you don't understand a word of Swedish, I'm sure you can still appreciate how eye-bleedingly horrible it is. It reminds me of the TV screens in "Idiocracy," except a zillion times more garish.

As a former journalist, I am sad to say so, but I think my old profession is not long for this world. Smaller paper + higher price + entire product available for free = doom.
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Monday, July 14, 2008
Double feature of the future
First of all, I haven't been blogging this time because I've been extremely busy with a client that holds a two-week confab every July. The meeting is held in Los Angeles and involves a tremendous amount of celebrities -- read this post if you want to see a partial rundown -- but I am not hanging out with the stars; I am sitting at home, often until 11 o'clock at night, adding fresh content to the organization's web site and troubleshooting whatever problems come up. So unfair that I can't hang out with the likes of Carson Kressley (I love Carson!) and Florence Henderson, but that's life.

Joe & I did manage to sneak out yesterday morning for an early, kiddie-matinee showing of "Wall-E." If you haven't seen "Wall-E," I strongly recommend that you wait until it's available on DVD (I'm sure it will look great on Blu-Ray) and pair it with Mike Judge's "Idiocracy." The latter is a film that came out a couple years ago, but never quite made it into the theaters, despite the fact that Judge's "Office Space" became a monster hit after its bungled theatrical release. "Idiocracy" is not nearly as good as "Office Space" but it's still worth seeing. It takes place in 2505, and the future populace is beyond stupid; for instance, the top rated TV show is the self-explanatory "Ow! My Balls!" Here, I will pause to note that "Idiocracy" came out in 2006 and one of the top rated shows of 2008 is ABC's "Wipeout," which is just a tiny bit less sophisticated than "Ow! My Balls!"

Here are some of the interesting similarities between "Wall-E" (which is set 700 years in the future) and "Idiocracy":
  • An out-of-shape, dimwitted populace is glued to its video screens, which are festooned with garish, flashing ads that never go away.
  • The Earth has become a wasteland, a place where nothing green can grow; the landscape is dominated by towering piles of garbage.
  • The future society is essentially controlled by giant corporations (Brawndo in "Idiocracy," Buy N Large in "Wall-E"; even the president or government figurehead is associated with a corporation.
  • Warehouse stores (a la Costco) have grown REALLY huge.
I assumed this was not a particularly original idea and I was right -- after composing the above list, I Googled "idiocracy +wall-e" and found a lot of blogs where people are making the same argument. So maybe I should just have linked to those and saved myself some time. I will add that "Wall-E" is heartwarming, which is a word that one would never apply to "Idiocracy," and I did enjoy it, although the final chase scenes aboard the spaceship go on and on, almost as if someone was trying to pad the film to a standard 90-minute running time. (The 5-minute cartoon short "Presto," which precedes "Wall-E," is so good that it's almost worth the price of admission on its own. Perhaps Pixar should throw in an extra cartoon if the main feature runs short?)

Speaking of Blu-Ray, the high-def DVD format which I mentioned above, I was browsing in a video store a couple of weeks ago and was surprised to see that the documentary "Helvetica" is available in the format. The film, which is an interesting (if you're a font geek) look at typography and visual design, is not exactly the sort of feature I expected to see released in Blu-Ray. (Not that it matters to me... we don't have a Blu-Ray player, and I wouldn't say that it's high on our list of shopping priorities.)
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Saturday, July 05, 2008
Movies I refused to see: "Wanted"
A guest blog by Joe

It's a common critical assertion that PULP FICTION has a lot to answer for - glamorizing hit men, wholesale profanity, pop-culture riffing in pace of character development. The third: certainly; it's a straight line from PF to SHREK 2. The second: well, see THE LAST DETAIL or even RESERVOIR DOGS. The first - it's hard to argue that Quentin Tarantino revived the hit man as iconic character, but his hit men were not killing machines with windblown hair. They're people who have jobs and, in the last scene, realize the consequences of that job and its inherent moral vacuum. WANTED cares not a whit for the moral vacuum - it's all about the windblown hair.

WANTED features James McAvoy as the same sad-sack pasty twerp he was in ATONEMENT. His job and boss are terrible, his girlfriend cheats on him, and he has anxiety disorder. Instead of his joining the army, as he did in the earlier film, the army joins him, in the person of Angelina Jolie. She appears while he is picking up a refill for his meds, and fends off an attacker by using a gun that can see around corners. After their fiery escape from the pharmacy, Jolie explains that McAvoy is the son of a recently deceased assassin, one of a select few who eliminate bad, bad folks before they can do more badness. His father's killer is one such bad guy, who continues to pursue them. In the ensuing car chase, Jolie steers a car with her feet while hanging out the window shooting at her pursuer with a shotgun, relaxing her body just in time to prevent being decapitated by a passing bus. Once it becomes clear that the laws of neither physics nor traffic safety will be enforced, the stakes are lowered considerably.

In due time, McAvoy is introduced to the rest of The Fraternity, including the knife specialist (wonder what his comeuppence will be?), the bomb-maker, and overlord Morgan Freeman, who explains that the group has existed for a thousand years and takes its orders from a magical loom. Yes, as in weaving textiles. I suppose that's no stranger than claiming divine inspiration from volcanic gasses or holy tortillas.

30 minutes of McAvoy being toughened up for the job follow, with a focus on bloodletting and pummeling. The movie revels in its violence, with the convenient excuse of a rejuvenating bath that heals all wounds. Thus is the cake is both tasty and always at hand. Finally, he's ready for the big time - his first assignment from the magic loom of fate. He hesitates - after all, how does he know the cloth of destiny knows its business? Jolie sets his mind at ease with a horrific story that would've turned out fine if the assigned killer had done his thread-given duty.

Cue another 30 minutes of death and destruction, edited at a frenetic pace that follows the lead of THE BOURNE SUPREMACY - quick-cutting fights to obscure the lack of stunt work. The killer from the pharmacy continues his pursuit of McAvoy as McAvoy continues his preparation to confront that killer, growing more self-actualized with every murder. When that confrontation comes, the Act 3 twist calls into question all that has gone before, including the very scene that contains the twist. What to believe - the script or one's own memory? Who cares? Certainly not the filmmakers.

It will come as no surprise that the power to kill with impunity, as the Fraternity members seem unencumbered by law enforcement, can indeed corrupt, leading to a showdown back at the homestead. The finale is so daft, both in conception and physics, that one can only laugh ruefully.

It's clear to me that the creaters of this movie have never experienced real violence in any form. Their comfort with murder in a consequence-free environment, and their obvious glee in spilling the blood of not only the main characters, but also innocent bystanders (including a whole train full of people who plunge to their deaths so that the aforementioned Act 3 twist can happen) is depraved. The style is much more important than the substance. When everyone's a bad guy, the audience is left rooting for one murderer over another.

The last line of the movie from the empowered McAvoy is "What the f--- have you done lately?" My answer: wasted two hours on your movie. Fortunately, all I've killed is time. Sadly, its death was completely unwarranted. Even the great Singer Sewing Machine in the sky would agree.
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Thursday, July 03, 2008
O is for "overboard"
If I had any doubts about "The Bachelorette"'s popularity, they were put to rest once I looked at my web stats today. My entry about the show was getting tons of hits, thanks to people searching on keywords like "bachelorette deanna engaged jason," "jesse deanna wedding" (I guess people are trolling the web looking for spoilers -- well, you won't find them here!), and "the bachelor successful relationship" (the answer to that would be "no"). The key phrases people use to find interbridge.com are so much duller than the ones Rog writes about almost every day; due to my hugely popular lineups page, my top 100 search terms tend to be along the lines of "late night tv guests," "late show tv," "talk show guests," "late show guests," etc. etc. However, I did unearth this gem: "japan train sex truth problem."

My friend Neal comments: "It's kind of funny that I find these shows completely unwatchable and even insulting, but I always enjoy reading your write-up's of them!" I think there's a certain moral high ground claimed by those of us who watch "classy" (and I use that term very, very loosely) series like "The Bachelorette" and "The Amazing Race," which is my fave "unscripted" show; we can sneer at the folks who watch, for instance, "A Shot At Love With Tila Tequila" and say, "At least I'd never watch that!" But when it comes down to it, whether you're watching "The Wire" or "Jerry Springer," it's all just TV, isn't it?

Next month, millions of people will be glued to their TV sets watching the Olympics. I don't get the Olympics at all. I can see why they're such a big deal to the people who participate in them, but I don't understand why, every four years, folks who normally watch baseball and football all of a sudden get wrapped up in, oh, fencing and water polo, and then promptly forget about them until the Games roll around again. I find the Olympics excruciatingly commercialized, and it annoys me that anytime I watch a show on NBC, whether it's two months or two years 'til the next Games, the interlocking-rings logo is on the screen the entire time. To me, it's as though my calendar had a Santa Claus image on every single month's grid to remind me that Christmas is coming -- eventually.

Plus, I don't get the mentality of Olympic athletes. You basically give up having a normal childhood or adolescence so you can train for something that, unless you are a top gymnast, swimmer or ice skater, is extremely unlikely to bring you any significant remuneration, and then if you happen to fall and break your ankle the week before the Games, it's all been for naught and your dreams have been shattered.

Don't even get me started on the cities that compete to spend billions of dollars preparing for a two-week event. I was relieved when San Francisco's Olympic bid fell through.
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Wednesday, July 02, 2008
My (no longer) secret obsession!
photoDeAnna Pappas is an extremely pretty 26-year-old who is allegedly a real estate agent, although her true profession is searching for a husband -- on TV. After she was dumped (on TV) by a past "Bachelor" contestant, Brad Womack, she decided to try her luck again and become "The Bachelorette."

After watching a couple rounds of "The Bachelor," I gave up on it years ago because the show has a perfect 0% track record in actually creating lasting relationships. The reason seems simple -- after a guy has gotten used to 25 women throwing themselves at him, why would he ever want to pick one and make himself off-limits? Even though the Bachelors are supposed to be searching for love & marriage, very few of them have ever gotten married, even years after their seasons aired.

"The Bachelorette," however, did produce a successful relationship: the very first "Bachelorette," Trista Rehn, married her pick, Ryan Sutter, and they are still together and have a child. The show's second and third season failed to create enduring love matches (one Bachelorette, Jen Schefft, rejected all 25 of her suitors and went on to write a book titled Better Single Than Sorry). But still -- Trista!

So I had to watch DeAnna's season, even though I hadn't witnessed her heartbreaking rejection by Brad Womack -- luckily, ABC has replayed the scene about a zillion times to get everyone up to speed. And I'm ashamed to say that not only am I interested in DeAnna's quest for love, I've gotten kind of obsessed by it. The only consolation is that I'm not alone. There are message boards on the Internet with thousands of posts; people are scrutinizing every frame of "The Bachelorette" as if it were the Zapruder film and sharing their analyses and speculation with other fans.

The first couple episodes were kind of blah and the ratings reflected it, but lately it's been catapulted into the top 20. Why? It's obvious: Graham Bunn. Graham was identified on the show as a "professional basketball player" from North Carolina, which was about as phony as everything else on "The Bachelorette"; he did play pro ball in Europe a few years ago until an injury ended his sports career, and he is currently living in New York and working as a bartender and model. I found Graham kind of ferrety-looking, but DeAnna thought he was hot, hot, hot. Unfortunately, Graham thought DeAnna wasn't all that, which turned the entire concept of the show on its head. The idea is that all 25 contestants are desperate for the Bachelor(ette)'s attention and devastated when they are cut. However, the more DeAnna lusted after Graham, the more aloof he became. She obviously thought she could change his mind (or she was too clueless to realize that he was Just Not That Into Her) so she kept him week after week, getting rid of friendly and appealing guys like Chicago lawyer Fred Greif and science teacher Richard Mathy along the way.

Everything finally came to a head during DeAnna's "hometown date" with Graham, in which his mom warned her that her son's attention span for girlfriends tends not to last beyond 4 weeks. After their chat, DeAnna and Graham spent some awkward time together on a park bench in which it was patently obvious that Graham would rather be anywhere else -- he'd have looked more comfortable undergoing a tax audit or sitting in the middle seat of a crowded airplane. At that point even DeAnna finally got a clue and released him.

Of course, there were plenty of viewers who felt that Graham was simply shy and the only reason their love affair hadn't blossomed was because he was put off by the cameras and the presence of 24 other guys fighting for DeAnna's attention. He pretty much put that to rest in a post-show interview in which he was asked, "If there were no cameras, no other guys, and you had met her and had the relationship that you had without all of that, do you think you could have fallen in love with DeAnna?" Graham's answer: "No. I don't think I could have fallen in love with DeAnna."

So next week we will finally find out who DeAnna will select -- gnarly snowboarder Jesse
Csincsak or affable single dad Jason Mesnick. The helpful promo people at ABC have already spilled the beans that the show will end in an engagement. My personal suspicion is that Jesse is a producer plant; he seems a little too scripted sometimes and he's appeared on reality TV before (MTV's "Made"). The article says that Jesse "is looking to change his focus from snowboarding to television in order to take it a little easier on his body." Is he really there for DeAnna, or is he playing a part in order to get a career boost?

Then again, does DeAnna feel ready to become instant stepmom to a 3-year-old? And could the Southern gal move far, far from her family and relocate to Seattle? (DeAnna, not exactly the smartest girl in the world, didn't recognize the landmark Space Needle during her hometown date with Jason.)

Monday night. Three hours. (Thank goodness for TiVo.) I'll be there. And afterwards, I'll be on the message boards, ready to talk about it.
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Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Cereal in Berkeley? Moo...licious
I was walking down Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley earlier today when I came upon a business so unusual that I did a double take. The name of the place is Moo...licious, and the sign said it was a "cereal bistro." I couldn't resist going inside to take a look at the menu board, and it just got weirder and weirder: Moo...licious sells cereal salads and cereal sandwiches. The salads (yes, real salads with lettuce) appear to use cereal as crouton substitutes and the sandwiches feature Nutella or peanut butter with, yes, cereal. They were also offering ice cream with cereal, which makes more sense, and just plain ol' cereal with milk. According to this article, the concept for the restaurant came to the owner in a dream.

Joe said that if Moo...licious is still in business a year from now, he'd treat me to a bowl of cereal, but it did look like there were some people there buying ice cream with cereal, so who knows. I find it a tad odd that they don't open for business until 11 AM -- aren't 7-9 AM the peak cereal eating hours? They should get a big TV and play cartoons all the time and let people come in dressed in their jammies.

Cereal restaurants aren't a Berkeley trend, though -- Cereality was the first, although they don't sell cereal salads and sandwiches. A Cereality franchise just opened in Santa Cruz, and their hours are the eminently more sensible 6 AM-10 PM (7-11 on Fridays and Saturdays). The web site franchisepick.com is so sure the Santa Cruz branch was a bad investment that it's running a dead pool contest.
posted by 125records @ 10:24 PM   4 comments
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