02.24.2018
Ought
Room Inside The World

Ought has never fully won me over on a single album. I'm fully in love with 3-4 of their songs, but a lot of their other ones are just a little too Wire/Fall/post-punky for my baby ears. But when they're on, they're on. Italicized. This new one, then, is a bit surprising; it doesn't have that 1 killer single, but at the same time, the whole record comes together better for me than their others. Mostly that's because they've clearly shifted their sound into a more "melodic" direction. Scare quotes mandatory, since their singer has a, um, unique (italicized) way of delivering words into a microphone. Speaking of unique vocalizing, do you like Future Islands?

09.25.2015
Ought
Sun Coming Down

I really ought to dislike should dislike Ought. Especially for a band so obviously influenced by a handful of 70s post punk slash art punk groups like The Fall and Wire and Television that I admittedly and disgracefully have a hard time listening to. Basically anything that revolves around dissonance and sloppy hollered sing-talking turns me right off. No offense to those groups; I appreciate their place in the canon, but they just bring me zero pleasure. Ought, on the other hand, and for reasons I can't even pinpoint, are enjoyable to me. They just make tasteful choices. The singer—well, shout sing talker—has a unique and instrumental voice, and like a great rapper, or actor, or the guy from Future Islands, he knows how to make his projection and tenor work for the betterment of the song, even if he's not actually "singing" any particular melodies. Or if he's just trying to sound like Mark E Smith. Anyhow, this record is a better one front to back than their debut, though it's missing the one killer single which that album had in "Habit," one of my favorite songs of that year. Still, it's a good one, and this is a good group. And no I'm not going to go back and try to "get into" Wire. I've tried. It's not happening.

07.09.2014
Ought
More Than Any Other Day

An equally satisfying and disappointing melange of old-school Tortoise, old-school Talking Heads, and old-school Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, with a little Television, Wire, and Don Cab thrown in for good measure . And I'm not going to write anything more about it, because I just depressed myself by using the phrase "old-school Clap Your Hands Say Yeah."


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05.24.2018 - by Steve
Crepe & SpoonNortheast Minneapolis
Peanut butter and jelly

You can probably imagine my shock and despair when I looked at the menu board at Crepe & Spoon, and saw that all but two flavors of their ice cream was vegan. Vegan ice cream!, I thought, This is bullshit! That's not even ice cream, there's no cream in it! Nowhere on the sign outside, or in the name of the place, does it say "Vegan" ice cream! False advertising! Shenanigans! Shenanigans!

Then you can also imagine my shock and bewilderment when I took a bite of this vegan ice cream product—peanut butter and jelly flavored—and it was creamy and sweet and gall dang delicious! The secret is that they use coconut milk instead of milk. Which adds up. So really any flavor you get—even peanut butter and jelly—is going to taste a little like coconut, which is weird for peanut butter and jelly. But whatever.

05.22.2018 - by Steve
Dusty'sNortheast Minneapolis
Dago

I've gone my whole adult life assuming Dusty's dago sandwiches had marinara on them. Am I wrong? 1 point deduction, but still a solid sandwich.

05.01.2018 - by Steve
Holy Land DeliNortheast Minneapolis
Philly cheesesteak

You might not believe me, but I'm going to say it anyway: the Holy Land has one of the best Philly cheesesteaks in the city. Not the best—that honor still goes to the former Galooney's, now Red's Savoy on Hennepin—but if you're dumb enough to make a trip to Holy Land and order something other than some delicious shawarma or falafel, you'll be pleasantly surprised.

05.01.2018 - by Steve
PezzoWhite Bear Lake
Chicago style deep dish pizza

Good Chicago style pizza is rare—and arguably non-existent—in the Twin Cities. Yeah, Giordano's has a couple locations now, but they were never the best to begin with, and Tommy Chicago's in Mendota Heights is a hidden gem, but nearly as much of a pain to drive to as Chicago itself. But the other night I tried a new spot up in White Bear Lake that had been mentioned in multiple 'Best Chicago Deep Dish' lists, Pezzo. Yes, White Bear Lake is nearly as far away as Mendota Heights (or more?), but it feels closer. Anyway, this place is almost hilarious in its suburban fanciness; brand new construction, a way-to-high ceiling, way too much space in between tables, curly-Q designs on the over-stuffed booths. It's trying to be the "nice" place that the northeast metro dwellers go for a dinner with the folks, or an awkward high school date. But yo: the deep dish was solid. Not quite Chicago-level legit, but a whole step above Giordano's and Frankie's (and to be honest, it's been so long since I've had Tommy Chicago's, I'll have to try it again to compare). But this was great Chicago pizza! Good proportion of crust to cheese, a unique tangy sauce, a ton of meat. The only thing they didn't quite nail in the way that the best deep dish places do, is the crispy end crust. You've got to get that shit caramelized. Pezzo's was crisp, yes, but it kind of fell apart upon cutting; it didn't have the buttery toothy chewiness that I wanted. But that's a lot to ask. I should also mention that everything else we ate—dinner salad and wedding soup and some appetizer meatballs—were all way better than we expected for such a place. So, hey, look, Pezzo in White Bear Lake! It's worth a trip maybe!