02.24.2018
Rhye
Blood

I'm a little bummed that this new Rhye album isn't better than it is.

11.24.2013
Rhye
Woman

0:04 into "Last Dance"--and 0:14 and 0:25 and pretty much once every four bars throughout the entire song--I am driven absolutely crazy that the bass doesn't play what I want it to play. No, what I need it to play. I probably need to hum it to you, but for those musically inclined, basically the bass mimics the keyboard and guitar and plays two syncopated notes after the first and second beats, and a third note on the downbeat of the third. Fine. But the second time through this pattern, it seems like the most obvious thing in the world that the bass should finish it with an 8-note run of 16th notes between the third beat and the end of the measure, a little ascending scale of "dooo-do-doodoo-doodoo-doodoo", mirroring the palm muted guitar rhythm at the same time, back up to the syncopated notes again. ("Do you have it???"). It screams to be played. And it kills me, absolutely kills me, that it never happens. Even just once, towards the end, it's all I need. I might have to start digging through live Rhye YouTube videos and radio performances just to see if they ever do it live. I might have to eventually take up the bass and try out for their touring band just to do it myself. Because as of right now, I feel like I'll likely be forced to go to my deathbed with a raw sense of cosmic imbalance, asymmetrical qi, a looming sense of incompleteness, if I don't get to hear that goddamned bass fill.


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03.18.2013
Rhye
Woman

Bedroom electro R&B from a Danish man who sounds disturbingly like Sade, without any of the nonsense that makes Sade occasionally awful. But also without any of the stuff that makes Sade, more often than not, incredible. So, like, take all of Sade's decent mid-album filler material, and have the xx remix it, and give it a cool mysterious black and white album cover. You'll be shocked at how much you like what you get.


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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!