Capitulate Now
-ne As it was All Saints Day last week, Harold agreed to accompany me to PowÄ Å¼ki cemetery at twilight to look at all the flickering candles. Harold was huffing and puffing about how cold it was. I was rigid with fright, but took a deep breath and a few more steps, only to find Harold lying on the next grave smoking his cigar and humming âAir on a G Stringâ. Itâs quite pleasant inside in a very American way, and I kept Harold safely attached to the bar by means of a glass of Zywiec, while he worked his way through the remainder of his graveyard routine (âWell, I could do with a stiff drink after that!â and so on) until he had exhausted his repertoire and reverted to complaining about his cold feet. We had no intention of eating at TGIF, however - they have ketchup on the table, for pityâs sake.We dined across the road at the San Lorenzo (Jana Pawla II 36, Tel: 652 1616) which is a newish Italian place with a fearsomely excellent reputation. Harold was rather afraid the prices might be other-worldly, but this turned out to be unjustified. The service was excellent - discreet, but our lady saw that we wanted for nothing, bringing us a basket of ciabatta bread accompanied by brand new bottles of extra-virgin olive oil and balsamic vinegar.The decor at San Lorenzo is minimalist chic, which sits well against the magnificence of the room. The menu is quite extensive, although it has to be the only Italian restaurant Iâve ever visited that doesnât serve veal. The dishes were beautifully presented: we each received a whole mozzarella cheese, and the serving of ham was also generous, although I suspected it was Westphalian rather than Italian. To accompany our meal we chose a bottle of Chianti Classico 1998 at 130 zlotys, although there were a number of cheaper wines on the list, such as a Bardolino at 60 zlotys.For main course, Harold chose rabbit with olives, which brought him back to his good spirits (âGood game, good gameâ) and I opted for scallopini ai funghi. Perhaps not to die for, but certainly not a fate worse than death!Some of my readers greatly enjoyed following Imeldaâs Scotch Fruit Cake recipe last month, although none of them seem to have produced a cake, and Iâm afraid the DFSA tea party ended in some disarray, with one or two diplomatic spouses being rapped on the knuckles after some rather unladylike behaviour in the taxi home involving a bottle of Hevelius and a large sunflower.
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-ne This was one of those films I probably never would have picked off the shelf , but it came on IFC one day and I said - Eric Stolz, William Forsythe...why not? If I'd changed the channel, I would have really missed a treasure.The subject is depressing - young author paralyzed in climbing accident convalesces in lower-class rehabilitation center. but William Forsythe takes the cake as a tough guy determined to make someone pay for taking away his independence.See this film.A-Labels: 1992, A-, Drama
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In all my old journals, I used to have this habit of writing down the lyrics to whatever music I was listening to at the moment - I think I did the same thing in the titles of the first website, but the practice just seems kind of stupid in such a sterile medium as the internet. it's amusing to look back on stuff I wrote five years ago and see Third Eye Blind lyrics scribbled in the margins.'Waking Life' was worth seeing. I think it put a little too much pressure on the viewer to absorb and connect all the information, but it was thought provoking.
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