Wednesday, May 25, 2005

ramble on

Why does drinking Rubicon beer ALWAYS result in a headache? Miller, you're like a beer scientist, do you know? I woke up at 3:50 with a vein in my head (we'll call it the Rubicon vein) throbbing and convinced myself that I was having a stroke or a brain hemorrhage until I pinned it on the Rube's hefeweizen. I heard that the Rubicon has been sold recently. I wonder if there will be a push to yuppify it. As I was lazing on the patio last night I was musing how it's one of they only places in this area of town that's not totally yuppied out, which is nice. Of course the flip side to that is that the food isn't very good. I only eat there a few times a year. I tend to like yuppy food but hate yuppies. I want mesclun, goat cheese, and grilled fennel (not together, I'm just thinking of yuppie-style food), but I don't want dudes with Hummers and ladies with Vuitton bags. And since that really isn't a possibility, I hope it just stays the way it is. It's really popular, but it seems like the new owner might figure out that they could charge more for the food if they just fancied it up a little.

There's an A frames show at On The Y tonight, so I will finally get to check out the new Primo's. Whenever I've passed it before I've been intrigued by the "coldest beer in town" sign. They have thrown down the gauntlet with this claim. We'll see, On the Y, we'll see.

It took some searching, but if you want a laugh, here's a link to the Anthony Lane review of Revenge of the Sith from the New Yorker. I don't think I've ever heard a critic go off like this. He uses the word fuck, for fuck's sake!! And not in a quote from the movie, just for emphasis. In the New Yorker!

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

As it turns out, we were both at the Rubicon yesterday which is a place I also don't frequent but then, when I finally do end up there, I like it & wonder why I don't go more often. Everyone complains of the Rubicon headache though I didn't get one yesterday. It has to be something more than just the strong alcohol content of all their beer. As a beer scientist, my job here is clear & you can rest assured that the research will be thorough. The 2 girls sitting behind me yesterday talked about boob jobs for one solid hour - the good, the bad, the obvious & the botched. The ones given as Xmas gifts from parents, the ones purchased with the sweat & toil of a 7 day work week. Then they moved on to "oh my god, remember when?!" which consisted of "did you ever wear L.A. Gear?" "YES!" "Me too - I was so L.A. Gear!". Then they got in to a convertable, checked to see if the table of jocks was checking them out, backed solidly in to the car behind them & drove off. The table of jocks meanwhile were trying to convince their soon-to-be-married jock friend that he needed to have a ragin' bachelor party. The soon-to-be-married jock seemed like he was on his way to leaving jockdom behind so he wasn't too sure. Also, he said that he was gonna move away & they were trying to convince him that he would miss mucho good times if he did. Then their second pitcher arrived but they suddenly realized they had to go so they left $40 & a full pitcher behind. The table next to me instantly grabbed the pitcher (and they weren't even punks!) & B made off with a mucho sweet tip.

miller

DB said...

I actually found this review rather toothless since he goes after easy, well-worn targets (the funny names, Yoda's tortured syntax, etc.) and seems to use the new trilogy as a means to condemn the entire sextet. And not once does he mention that they're watching a bubble. You heard me: the citizens of the enlightened Old Republic used to get all dressed up, head to concert halls, and watch giant bubbles, occasionally applauding for their favorite bubbles. Once again, for clarification: they watch bubbles. One more time: bubbles. Again: bubbles.

Anonymous said...

Looks like I missed some sweet times on the Rubicon patio in my harried frenzy to wait on 20 tables with no busser. Speaking from experience, service there sucks. I have mastered the fine art of apologizing and complaining to customers about how swamped I am. And it seems to work about 90% of time. But at least you get headache if you drink enough, unless you're Miller.

Brew

DB said...

Maybe it's just me, but I could have sworn that in "Revenge of the Sith" there's a scene where they go to a concert hall and watch giant bubbles.

Anonymous said...

DB, please stop messing with my head. You don't expect me to believe that Revenge of The Sith features a scene where Anakin and the Emporer ponder the Dark Side while watching a giant bubble do you?

Bubble,

-heckabubble

beckler said...

Wait, doesn't everyone like to watch bubbles? In the bathtub, that is. That's right-ANOTHER FART JOKE. You know what that means. I'm so bored it hurts.

The Four Eyes said...

I just cant wait for someone on the internet to mix together the bubble scene from Sith and the Spock swimming with Gracie the Whale seen from STIV. I think it would be beautiful and confussing much like my friend, Brian Peppers.
-nja

DB said...

Upon further reflection, it couldn't POSSIBLY have been a bubble...too ridiculous. Sorry for wasting your time.

Anonymous said...

See I thought I was the only one, I could have SWORN I saw a bubble scene in the new Star Wars movie, but then I realized Nah, that would be way too fucking dumb.
I was looking for someone to wipe my memory down, but everyone said that was dumb too.
-head

DB said...

Speaking of bubbles...weren't they watching a bubble??!!