Cocktails: $ Snacks: $
Play: This was a 1950’s interpretation of Shakespeare’s play. It encorporated costumes & music from this era. It was charming & fun! It can be challenging following the language of Shakespeare, but this performance was very understandable, while still retaining the old English flavor that we enjoy from a Shakespear play. The theater is a renovated church. There is a small bar where one can purchase beer , wine, & popcorn . There wasn”t a bad seat in the house. Every seat was within spitting distance from the players. Every line could be heard clearly. The individual performances were wonderful! The intimacy of the theater made me feel almost as though I was part of the performance. It was one of the more enjoyable Shakespeare interpretations that I have ever seen! There seemed to be ample nearbly street parking.
Kay’s Bar: Is almost, but not quite, a seedy little bar and that’s what I liked about it. As an old geezer, I felt like I was misbehaving alittle by being there and at my age, it’s still fun to misbehave legally every once in a while! Our waitress was darling and we received very good service with comfortable booth seating. The stereo speakers were putting out music from the 70’s & 80”s, which I enjoyed, and the volume was appropriate—I could easily converse with my husband. My cocktail was lovely & with an interestly complex flavor. The menu was simple, but contained vetegtarian options which I often find lacking when we go out. I had a vegetable buritto that, initially, I thought I would try to refrain from eating the whole thing, but it was so delicious I couldn’t stop myself! Prices seemed very resonable.
The theater lacks air conditioning & unfortunately it had been 100 degrees that day. The theater was sweltering! However, the staff passed out personal fans to each audience member. I admired the “sweat ethic” of the players. The theater hopes to raise enough funds to have air conditioning in the future.
Or perhaps it should be he saith.
We picked the second hottest day of the year to see Much Ado About Nothing at the Post5 Theatre in SE Portland.
The theatre is in an old church, made before air conditioning and it was sweltering hot, probably a reminder to the congregation of the hell that awaits.
They had hand-held fans for everyone and such was the performance that I was only reminded of the heat at the intermission and during a part of the play with some clever staging that allowed us to cool off.
Years ago my father had an evil girl friend. They are both dead, so I can speak ill of her. She once commented that unlike me, she was destined for heaven. I replied that it was a good reason for me to go to hell. I was quite proud of the bon mot, although it is safe to say it caused more trouble than it was worth.
Imagine my delight or disappointment that Beatice had a similar thought:
You may light on a husband that hath no beard.
What should I do with him? dress him in my apparel
and make him my waiting-gentlewoman? He that hath a
beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no
beard is less than a man: and he that is more than
a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a
man, I am not for him: therefore, I will even take
sixpence in earnest of the bear-ward, and lead his
apes into hell.
Well, then, go you into hell?
No, but to the gate; and there will the devil meet
me, like an old cuckold, with horns on his head, and
say ‘Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you to
heaven; here’s no place for you maids:’ so deliver
I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter for the
heavens; he shows me where the bachelors sit, and
there live we as merry as the day is long.
So maybe I was simply channeling my inner bard all those years ago rather than being original. It figures that Shakespeare would say it first.
I have been a pretentious theater goer as my son would have it, or, as I prefer, a fan of Shakespeare all my life. As a child we used to go to the Ashland Festival, where I suppose I developed the bug.
They really did an excellent job at speaking 16th century English in a manner that allowed it to be understood with 20th century ears. That, combined with some clever staging and direction with a touch of modernity, made the production one of the more enjoyable I have seen. I liked it as much as the Josh Whedon version a couple of years back, and Josh Whedon can do wrong.
Particularly strong were Beatrice (Cassandra Boice) and Benedick (Ty Boice) whose mannerisms brought the play to life. Well worth the 20 dollars a ticket. If you don’t believe me, check out the Oregonian review. A free-wheeling and fun-filled ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ at Post5 Theatre
In a few weeks (Aug 11,12,13) they are also going to have The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (abridged), the entire Bard in 97 minutes. I will not miss that.
After the play we went to looking for food and drink. While there are great restaurants in PDX, the last several months we have been checking out the bars and lounges in town. The food is usually good and the drinks better than restaurants.
I have developed an affinity for bars in my dotage. I like their ambience, especially all the bottles lines up behind the bar. We settled on Kays Bar. Good choice. I had a whiskey and ginger beer in a copper cup. Don’t laugh. It is the little things, like the cup or the old light bulbs, that make the experience nice. The drinks, as we like to say, really got you off the runway. And any place that takes your drink order and then has it served in less than five minutes know how to make me feel at home
Although I should have tried the drink with the tobacco infused vodka. I am not a smoker but tobacco is supposed to make for a nice herb with cooking. I may not want to smoke it, but I do want to try tobacco as a spice. Next time, after the abridged Shakespeare.
The burger was great and there was heap of match stick fries, thin strands of crunch for the catsup. It has been voted a best burger in PDX and I would not argue, although the Slingshot burger is still number one in my heart.
And while we ate the Twins had two hits in the bottom of the 9th with two outs to beat Seattle. Kerry, being from Minnesota, oh yeah, doncha know, was pleased, although it appeared to be more from inept Seattle pitching than Twins batting prowess.
As we left around midnight my eldeset texted us: You guys alive?
A perfect night in Sellwood, even if my eldest was worried we were dead.