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!