The Bomb-itty of Errors
There are things that mark me as a geezer. I do not understand tattoos, visible underwear, the hideous square glasses frames that always look awful and hip hop.
Rap is an oeuvre, like country, that usually does not move me. I am an alternative/dad rock kind of guy. Give me electric guitars and angst.
So I was hesitant to see The Bomb-itty of Errors, a rap adaption of Comedy of Errors by MC Shakespeare. But it was by Post 5 and I have yet to be disappointed by one of their productions. And part of being a geezer in PDX is going outside my comfort zone. Sure, I could sit home and watch TV. Or I could try something different.
Always go for the different, unless it entails falling a long distance under the influence of gravity. No bungee jumping for me.
Go see this play. It is a hoot and half. An absolute blast. Forget about Suicide Squad. See Bomb-itty of Errors.
With a plot loosely based on Comedy of Errors, the play is done in rap with a live DJ doing the beat. 4 actors do all the parts and they are tremendous as well as funny. Who’d have thunk the mutant offspring of rap and Shakespeare would be so entertaining.
We also had the pleasure of seeing the production break down for a few minutes as the players became lost in laughter. That is part of the fun of live theater and their recovery was a delight to watch.
As a rule I enjoy interpretations of Shakespeare and this was the most off the wall I have yet seen and one of the best.
Funny. Well acted. Energetic. Clever. Tremendous.
See it before it closes Sept 17th.
The temptation after a Post 5 production is to head to Bible Club. But I wanted to try a new bar and I suggested Le Moule. Kerry agreed.
It is a French influenced restaurant/bar if you have not guessed it my the name and does feel Francaise with dark woods and leather. A nice place for a date.
The back bar has a nice green glow (yes I should have taken a photograph) and, for a pleasant change of pace for old ears, despite being full of talking and laughing diners I could hear Kerry fine over the ambient noise. Good sound proofing? I don’t know, but it was good to year Kerry the first time she said something.
The drinks are really good (go for the Scotch Lodge or the Scouts Honor) but as would be expected from the name, they specialize in mussels.
Fat, juicy, soft and perfectly steamed. Most of the time mussels are overcooked, these are so perfectly done it is hard to describe, almost a shellfish panna cotta in a shell the way they are prepared. Right up there with St. Jack’s for perfect, yes perfect, mussels. And served with perfect pomme frites, crunchy and salty; the French way is the only way to make french fries.
The dessert was a small waffle covered with chocolate, creme fraiche and blackberries. I wish I could lick the plate, but Kerry will not let me. Spoil sport. Probably just as well as they serve some of the dishes on wooden platters and the ID doc in me thinks, ‘how do they get rid of the bacteria?’ I didn’t ask. And I would have licked the wood no matter how it had been cleaned, except, perhaps, licked by a dog in the alley next to the kitchen. It was that good. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?
I do have an addiction for all things French that I can eat or drink, Le Moule satisfies that addiction nicely. I will have to go back, if for no other reason than the pork schnitzel on the menu is calling for me.
How can I resist that siren call? Although the pull of perfect mussels may make it a battle for my dining soul.