May 2, 2015


Mulvaney’s on 19th in an old firehouse. “Hand-crafted, new American cuisine,” is a bit precious, but I liked what I saw and most of what I ate.

They personalize the menu, which is kind of interesting:


There were four seats at a large wooden counter that looked right into a prep area; we had two of them. I found that worthwhile, Jim found it distracting, but they also have regular seating indoors and out.


The excellent parts: bread; cheese plate (that included a rhubarb compote and a pappadum-like cracker); salad (with fat, chewy cubes of warm, salty bacon; yellow beets; red onion; and a great Shaft blue cheese dressing); the syrah I had; and the complimentary chocolates for Jim’s birthday:


The only-okay parts: Jim’s stuffed quail (I liked what was stuffed inside.. some greens and maybe that bacon again) which seemed nicely prepared, served with fingerling potatoes, grilled onions and fennel, but was too hard to eat; and the bruschetta (ricotta, mint-pea pesto, pickled mushrooms and micro fennel).

Worth a return, says me.  Ambivalent, says Jim.


One-man-show on the smaller stage at the B Street Theater.


(I actually did not realize this photo was taken on the diagonal. How annoying. I’m not trying to be art-tay.)

Jim and I were more in agreement about this play than dinner–a wildly talented actor, an impressive performance (90 minutes of rapid-fire monologue), some very funny parts,¬†but a shtick that went on too long. Jim and I may have different opinions about whether it was worth seeing this play, though. I’d say yes, he’d probably say no.

Oh, the play: Buyer and Cellar. Um, let’s see, it’s about a gay guy who gets a job working in the basement of Barbra Streisand’s Malibu home. She has designed and built a replica of a shopping mall in her basement; he is the only employee and she is the only customer.

That’s the story.

It could be a while before we venture into playland again.