urbanfoodie:
Whoaaa, there’s a new Filipino restaurant in town - Subo, serving up small plates in the old Hell’s Kitchen space. And it’s not a greasy buffet. It might even be a source of Filipino Fine(r) dining that seems to elude the restaurant scene - especially outside of major metropolitan areas (see the now closed Cendrillon in NYC and Patio Filipino in San Mateo, CA).
I’m tentatively hopeful. Subo, expect me to bring an army of Filipinos hungry for something better than buffet fare. Stay tuned.
Press release via The Hot Dish/CityPages
Subo features exotic ingredients not easily sourced in the Midwest to create a feast. The Filipino chef-driven menu can be sampled through its distinctly adapted foods from China (pancit is similar to lomein, only using rice vermicelli), Southeast Asia (sour broth-based dishes have a cooling effect in hot tropical weather) and Spain (unlike its Spanish name, the Adobo Chicken Wings are marinated in sweet rice vinegar and garlic with coconut milk and soy sauce.) A chef for twenty years and most recently working in Manhattan, Neil Guillen was discovered by a business man from Minneapolis who returned to his cuisine countless times (despite Manhattan’s many offerings) for Guillen’s addictive cooking style. Guillen was then enticed him to Minneapolis to hang a shingle and share the joy of his unique sauces, meats, seafood, and vegetables in crunchy, brothy, comforting and palate-stimulating foods. Oddly enough, the space developed resembles a Manhattan bar, long and deep with a narrow storefront.
Almost literally, the Southeast Asian adventure scene is set. Market awnings, a cobblestone style floor and dangling star shaped light fixtures frame the entrance to the restaurant and invite a romantic cultural shift. The back bar itself is constructed of aged produce crates, arranged as if they are actually hanging off the back of a truck in the Philippines or somewhere in the tropical clime where rainy and dry seasons, mountains and forests meet. Continuing toward the back room, offset by a narrow brick archway, the perspective becomes distinctly more food-centered, with Subo’s iconic wooden spoon and fork logo applied to a pillar marking the exposed kitchen. The back room, whose sliding doors suggest rice sacks in their burlap panels, and skylights above, lined with sheer swags, create a tropical hideaway with delicate bamboo lights and buttresses overhead.
The approach for the “Subo Family,” as Guillen calls themselves, is to offer grand scale Filipino hospitality that unites the land of 7,000 islands just north of the equator and blends flavors of its nearby China, Thailand, Vietnam and even the colonies that settled there, like the Spanish, with classical French culinary training and two decades’ experience. This creates a confident use of noodles, rice, vegetables, seafood, spices and cured meats that only a cooperative approach to cuisine can deliver. The dishes are best ordered in sequence, so the flavors can remain the superstars and the “Subo Family” experience can charm any adventurer who comes in off the street. Its Chili Chocolate (Italian-named) Panna Cotta served in an espresso cup captures the “best of the best” in Subo’s eclectic style. The logo captures the host’s approach to the feast, with a fork in the left hand and a spoon in the right- all the better to mix and merrily combine the varied dishes with heaps of rice and accents of dipping sauces and each created by a master.
I’m technically Subo’s landlord, and they deserve all the success they’re bound to receive! Their space looks great, and I hear the food is phenomenal.
threeseven:
After a dismal, yet fun, 2 - 6 season, my softball team decided it was time to focus on energy on something more aligned with our talents… the Art Shanty Projects!
Help us kick off the Staycation Art Shanty project with a fun-filled evening of swapping clothes, conversation, and dance moves. The swap goes from 7 - 9 pm. Dancing from 9 - 12. Come with a bag of clothes and $5 gets you in - $7 without. Don’t be shy guys, there will be clothes for you as well.
After the swap, stick around for more refreshments, good times, and tunes by Benny Lojack and Attitude City DJ Karl Frankowski
All proceeds help support the I’d Rather Be… Staycation Art Shanty. RSVP on Facebook.
I can’t resist the possibility of dancing in swapped clothing - I’m totally there.
From a protest in Bilbao (via El Pais).
noraborealis:
thertc:
100 Greatest Wire Quotes
I reblog this in honor of my little brother, who moved to Baltimore today. The young man has lived in Roseville, MN, and Decorah, IA. Uhhhh, errr, eeeee, godspeed, young man!
stuffaboutminneapolis:
The bad news: A 13-month-old baby at the AGAPE Child Development Center was found last Friday with a ball of crack cocaine in his mouth. The good news: It was wrapped up in plastic.
The name of the preschool just had to be Agape, didn’t it? So that my first response would be pun delight. Sigh.
Meme conduit or receptor?
We’re all getting more attuned to how memes spread, and which of them are likely to go viral/mainstream/huge. Personally, at least once a day now, something especially entertaining comes to my attention, and I decide whether or not to pass it along.
The most interesting part of it for me is the weird remorse I feel when I pass along something that becomes mainstream. I retweeted the JK Wedding Video link as it blew up and then I felt kind of odd - like a worker bee in the hive mind rather than the independent honey contractor that I imagine myself to be.
It seems a lot easier to maintain stature as an interesting person with interesting tastes if you are a meme receptor rather than a meme conduit - i.e., you’re aware of everything floating around, and you might even make a wry/dismissive comment about it, but you don’t pass along things that you expect to blow up regardless of what you do.
Isn’t that a really interesting decision? Just yesterday, someone I follow in Twitter posted a link to videos of soldier’s dogs welcoming them home. A pitch perfect thing to do on Veteran’s Day that brightened my day. Sure, I expect it’s something your uncle will probably forward to you in a week or 2 months or whatever, but in making that decision, it struck me as disingenuous to not pass it along simply because it has wide appeal.
I’m still figuring this out, but what do you think? Are you a meme conduit or a meme receptor?
tumblelikeyougiveadamn:
Thinking about starting an LLC.
“The problem arises when the desire to sustain overcomes the desire to be awesome and more resources go to surviving than succeeding.”
That’s such a great sentence.
tumblelikeyougiveadamn:
Troy and I have been working on this lil’ event with some really smart dudes at the University of Minnesota (one of which was a favorite professor while I was at school there) for the past month or so and I’m now super excited to unveil to you….
Oil: A Love Story
Thursday, November 12th
Doors & Drinks @ 6:30PM
Free & Open to the Public
@ Intermedia Arts
The topic? Oil. Rich, dark, beautiful oil.
Oil: A Love Story will trace the historical origins and political consequences of our love for oil, and the prospects of falling out of love into a post-petroleum future. Join us for a thought-provoking and surprising evening filled with entertaining insights into how and why things are the way they are, and what people are doing to change them.
See the full flier. RSVP on Facebook to let us know you’re coming!
Hey, this looks really cool. I’m in!
It occurs to me that virtually all of my posts here are just about things that amuse me, but I’m more than that, right? So here’s a snapshot of what I’m actually doing right now.
I’m at a coffee shop, working somewhat near my wife. We’re experimenting with just sharing one car during the week, which results in some extra time here and there in odd places. She’s working with her freelance business partner Ange on a website. I’ve been doing a little bit of work, but mostly catching up on my feeds. Next, picking a bedroom paint color to go with the bedroom set we got this week, and picking up groceries to make some comfort food - spaghetti with meat sauce. We’re going to spend the rest of the night painting.
Things get more interesting a couple of clicks below the surface. Tomorrow, we will have known each other for 10 months. Wedded bliss means getting way more pleasure than you’d expect from dropping her off at work, comparing schedules for the next day before we drift asleep. The website she’s developing is for a non-profit a guy is developing to run basketball tournaments for urban kids as a way to honor his friend, who died in a car crash. I’ve never had a bedroom set before. Owning an armoire makes me grin. We live in the condo I bought two years ago, and we needed three neighbors to help us get the furniture up the stairs. The thought that having a joint checking account requires makes budgeting more fun than I’ve ever thought it would be. The furniture and new coat of paint are to help her feel like the bedroom is hers. I’m looking forward to spending the night working with her on our place. And she just told me she’s ready to go, so here we go.
