Wednesday, July 07, 2010

Frank Pepe's Pizza, Wooster Street, New Haven, CT.

If I accomplished nothing else in 2009 (debatable...), I can honestly say that I had the best pizza of my life. It knocked Santarpio's of Boston off the top spot...not an easy task. Lombardi's in New York's Little Italy rounds out the top 3. I'm still reserving judgment on Pizzeria Regina, because I went to the Quincy Market location...which was terrific, but I'd like to go to Thacher Street to get the full experience...Turns out that New Haven is a Pizza Mecca of sorts, with Pepe's, and Sally's Apizza about a block away on Wooster Street (New Haven's answer to Little Italy).

Anyway...Frank Pepe....Holy crap.

The star attraction at Pepe's is the clam pie....preferably WITHOUT cheese. In fact, cheese is usually considered an extra ingredient in these parts. I'm a bit of a minimalist pizza-wise, but forgoing cheese (honestly one of the only reasons I get out of bed each day)?...impossible.


I opted for the clam pie WITH mozzarella (pronounced 'mootz' if you want to sound like a local...or sound like a douchebag trying to sound like a local, in my case). Unbefrigginglievable. Fresh clams, a nice garlic flavour, just enough gooey cheese, on top of a charred, thin, oddly-shaped crust.

I've tried duplicating it at home, but no-go, mofo. The clams at Pepe's are super-fresh, and Pepe's coal oven, which has been there since the twenties, hits a temperature that could probably torch my entire neighbourhood.

Of course, upon returning from NYC a few days later, a return visit was necessary. We made it to Pepe's at 11:20, ten minutes before opening. Steve staked out a place in line (first! Making up for the Daily Show debacle a few days earlier), while I went back to the car to study the map. About five minutes later, I looked up to see a throng of cars screaming into the lot, and folks getting into line, waiting for Pepe's to open.

This time I had the tomato and mozzarella pie...nice, but the clam pie was once again the way to go.


Jimmy's Corner...44th Street, Manhattan.

After a day of navigation the construction on the I-95 corridor between Providence and NYC, we finally made it to Midtown Manhattan. The euphoria of scoring Daily Show tickets gave way to gut-wrenching defeat after discovering that tapings are WAYYYYYYYY overbooked. We were in line behind another couple hundred or so people who didn't make the cut. Only thing to do was gun down some BBQ at Virgil's, then head next door to a classic New York City dive.



Jimmy used to be a trainer for Muhammad Ali, and right behind the bar, in the above picture, there's a great picture of him with The Champ. Jimmy was there the night we were sucking back multiple Rolling Rocks....Jimmy doesn't say a whole lot...distracts him from the video poker machine.

Great bar....GREAT jukebox. Lots of Stax, Sinatra, and old soul stuff I hadn't heard in years. Friendly staff, and easygoing clientele, for the most part, including a couple from Ireland who were on their first trip to the States. Talking to a few of the locals, and they all lamented that these places are dying off quickly, as evidenced by the ESPN Zone a couple blocks west, and the overpriced franchise Drinky McGoodtimey places that you can't seem to avoid.




The A1 Diner, Gardiner, Maine.


In order to get to Gardiner, we went through Augusta...and actually passed by a few other intriguing-looking spots, including a funky-looking drive-in burger joint, reminiscent of the old A&Ws I used to go to as a kid. May be worth a return visit.


If you're looking for the quintessential New England dinah, this is the place. It's not too far from the interstate, either, which is a definite bonus if you're passing through. Not touristy in the least, although you can pick up a bit of swag...postcards, the Guy Fieri book, etc., either at the counter or the website.




I had the steak and eggs, and couldn't believe how awesome the steak was...we asked, and it's locally-grown...didn't think it could make that huge a difference. Very friendly service, and the back and forth between the youngish fella behind the counter, and the older neighbourhood lady with the thick Maine accent made the experience complete.






Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Holy crap! One hundred posts!

Figured it might be a good idea to write about my recent trip Stateside. It was about a month ago, but computer issues, vacation, and the mental short-circuiting that takes place when you fill in on the morning show have made it difficult to put the story together.

On Saturday, July 26th, the Cannonball Run began with a trip to Boston for the Red Sox and Yankees. Final score...10-3 Yankees... Just look at the happy faces!!!



Fenway magic...catch it!


Despite my morose disposition, a bad day at the ballpark is better than a good day just about anywhere else, so what the hell.

I didn't know it at the time that it would be my last time seeing Manny Ramirez in a Sox uniform. Being a Sox fan who takes it a little TOO seriously (and, honestly, is there any other kind of Sox fan?), I'd gotten use to the Manny Show. Every year, he'd run off to join the Space Program for a couple of weeks, but return to his old self. This time seemed different, though. Fans calling in to WEEI, the sports station in Boston, seemed a little more venomous this time. Sure enough...later that week, Manny was on his way.

A couple years ago, I took my oldest daughter, who was 6 at the time, to Fenway. It was a last-minute trip, as the missus and I had tickets, but in a gametime decision, she couldn't make it. Julia and I had a great time, I bought her a Manny 24 shirt, and she was a fan for life. I think I took the trade a little harder than her, but he's still her favourite player, and we make sure we pay close attention to the Dodgers highlights, in hopes Manny will hit a homer.

Anyhoo...after a beautiful sunny day at the ballpark, pizza and beer at Uno in Kenmore Square, plus a walk down Newbury Street back to the car...we were on our way south.

First stop was the Deluxe Town Diner in Watertown, Mass., a Boston suburb.




http://www.deluxetowndiner.com/

Classic diner, in an old railroad diner car. Great Huevos Rancheros. Fast, friendly service, and a straight run to the Mass Pike for the trip south.

If you're ever in need of a good cheeseburger...maybe the best you've ever had...check out Ted's in Meriden. Connecticut. The burgers are steamed...one of a very few spots that will use that method. They also use some sort of gooey cheese mixture...the contents of which they won't divulge. Check this out...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2y3qJYB4V34

From Meriden, we jumped on the 91 and headed for Louis' Lunch in New Haven, where, as the legend goes, the hamburger was invented more than a century ago. By all accounts a tiny, skanky old place, with a surly wait staff. What's not to like? We finally navigate our way through downtown New Haven, and.....closed.














Nearby, however, we came across a legendary dive bar, the Anchor Restaurant. Stopped in for a bowl of chili and a Pabst Blue Ribbon. They had a nice jukebox, as well, playing an old Boz Scaggs song, whose name escapes me, off the original 45. Sounded great, and fit in perfectly with the overall vibe of the place.
















Another place that was on our 'must-see' list was Frank Pepe's Pizza in New Haven, which was close by, but we didn't realise how close, and missed 'er. Next time.


Off to NYC next...on the construction-riddled Interstate 95. It was a dark, cloudy day, and as we were driving south, a system of thunderstorms was moving over the city, and lightning strikes killed four people. Good times!

After making it to our hotel in Jersey (about half the price of staying in Manhattan), it was off to see Springsteen. An incredible setlist, and with a sea breeze blowing in from the shore, it seemed like a huge beach party. There's nothing like seeing E Street anywhere, anytime, but in Jersey, it takes on a whole new dimension. Here's a video I took during the unofficial New Jersey national anthem...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0UXUFEDsHMI


The second night was even more of a party...ending with the Beatles' Twist and Shout, played by request. Bruce has started taking requests on this leg of the tour. Steve Van Zandt says that with so many people in the band, somebody is bound to know the song...so they're never stumped. If you feel like nerding it up a bit, here are the setlists for the two nights. Incredible. Actually, the whole summer has been full of rarities.

Scroll down to July 27th and 28th...the two shows we attended...




http://backstreets.com/setlists.html


I honestly don't know how many more times I'll get to see E Street...nobody's getting any younger. Except Bruce, of course. Don't know how he does it.

Some people's idea of a lifetime ambition is to climb Mount Everest, or become a CEO of a Fortune 500 company...mine is to be in double digits for Springsteen concerts attended. Well...here we are!



We managed to get over to Manhattan for a Letterman taping (featuring a very pregnant and yummy Gillian Anderson of the X-Files, and Simon Pegg from Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz). My second time seeing a Dave taping...Jennifer and I went in '95. George Carlin was the guest that night.

The Ed Sullivan Theatre is notoriously chilly...right around 53 degrees, and all the interns were wearing heavy jackets despite the fact that the outside temperature was pushing 90. Actually, the sub-arctic temperature was a nice relief.


Next time you're in Manhattan, check out the Empire Diner on 10th at 22nd. Great burgers...

http://www.empire-diner.com/

Back to New Brunswick the next day. About thirteen hours, and seven states later, we were back in Saint John for the night. Along the way, a quick stop at Carl's Steak Subs in Waltham, Massachusetts. If you ever make the trip...one bit of advice...order SMALL. Here's the Large Cherry Bomb.







Fire in the hole!

Friday, March 28, 2008





BOBBBBBBBBBBBB!


Woo-Hoo! Bob Dylan is coming to Halifax! The first time I saw Dylan, it was 1988, and I thought to myself that it might be the only shot I'd ever have to see him. Well...that was 20 years ago, and I've seen him 5 times since then on the Never Ending Tour.


Tickets go on sale tomorrow, and they'll probably go pretty quick. It restores my faith in Halifax music fans that we can sell out 5 Leonard Cohen concerts at the Rebecca Cohn in May, and Dylan will sell nicely for a show about a week later. It would be nice if Bob could play the smaller venue, too, but that would be a little too much to ask for.


Here are some cool clips...




Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Just adding up the damage from this past weekend in Montreal, and as usual it was money (and brain cells) well spent. Here's some of the paperwork...


After finally getting off the ground Saturday mid-afternoon, we were in Montreal, sludging through the snow to the Ritz Carlton on Sherbrooke. We got a hell of a deal, and it was a terrific, old-school joint. Very courteous, experienced staff, and possibly the finest bathroom I've ever had in a hotel. The fixtures had all been there since the 40s, I'm sure, and it was incredible. Big, thirsty bath towels, terrific water flow in the taps, incredibly cold water when you need it, a good shaving mirror. The basics. Never underestimate a good, dependable bathroom. I don't know why I was so obsessed with it, but there you go!

With the assistance of the wonderful Montreal Metro system, it was off to Theatre Outremont for Steve Earle in a solo acoustic performance. I had never actually been to the place myself, but after we changed trains a couple of times, we slogged through a snowy and mainly residential area to find the theatre. It was an eventful night...

http://communities.canada.com/MONTREALGAZETTE/blogs/wordsandmusic/archive/2008/03/02/steve-earle-lights-up-the-darkness.aspx



I could live to be a hundred, and never see a show like that again.



I was introduced to Springsteen's music in the mid-80s by my friends Jeff and Ian, who were coming to Montreal, as well. They drove from Saint John, which proved to a bit of a death march. A pretty heavy system was moving through Eastern Canada, and it made for a hellish drive, to say the least. But, everyone arrived safe and sound, and after we all hit the hay a bit early on Saturday night, we still had a big day ahead of us.

Sunday started out with a trip to Dunn's, just off St. Catherine's...

http://www.dunnsfamous.com/


Had a Smoked Meat Omelette. Fire in the Hole!

After a bit of a breather, it was off to Hurley's on Crescent Street. Next to a good hotel bathroom, I'm a sucker for a good Irish pub to help blow off an afternoon. My friend Terry and I stumbled upon (and out of) Hurley's last summer, and loved the whole vibe of the place, especially the courtyard out back. Even though it was sunny, it was about minus ten, so the courtyard was out of the question, no matter how much Guinness was involved.

A bit of a breather, then the Bar-B-Barn for a pre-show Cholesta-Fest. Ribs...chicken, and more beer. They must have known they would be flooded with Maritimers, because Moosehead was on special.









Then...the main event...My 8th Bruce concert...Jeff''s 13th, Ian's 6th, I think. Either way, we're newbies compared to some of the people we've met who are well up into the triple digits. I managed to stand still long enough for a couple of decent photos...




Here's the review from the Gazette...

http://www.canada.com/montrealgazette/news/arts/story.html?id=53dc5ac1-c768-4e1b-a002-dbc90099c5e5&k=57713

Not much more to say, really...my voice is still a bit crispy after joining about 16,000 nutjobs on the chorus of 'Badlands'.

Can't wait to do it again!





Tuesday, February 26, 2008

You should hear their version of Moby Dick...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0tAOIQiz-8

This is, of course, before young Mr. Page met Satan.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Truth in Advertising.

I'm sure there are aspiring broadcast students who read this, and to you I offer, as a public service, the correct way to write commercial copy...

Language definitely NSFW.

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2416/2201688044_b9a72418e2_o.jpg

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQ-45XG7n4k

If you're a fan of old-school AC/DC (yes, please!), and Bon Scott...you might want to avert your gaze.

This is early footage from one of Bon's old bands, long before he met the Young brothers, obviously.

Our Bon is on the middle platform, to the right. 'Build me Up Buttercup' never seemed to turn up on any AC/DC setlists, did it?

Our loss, I guess.