Nuts on the Tablao
By Steve Herte
If
you had told me in 1964 that I would get up from my table at a
restaurant to talk with real musicians I would have told you that you
were crazy. Before I discovered Barbershop quartet singing and
karaoke after it, I was classified as “painfully shy.” There
was no way I would get up onto a stage, much less sing from one. But
now I know that performers are just ordinary people who realize they
have a gift to share and they love talking about it – especially to
fellow performers. The crazy things that have been happening at work
(I mean crazier than usual) prepared me for a fun night out and it
was.
You’re
asking when it was that the shyness left me? The end of senior year
in high school (1968) when I imitated Tiny Tim performing “Tiptoe
Through the Tulips” on a dare for the class night out. Barbershop
and karaoke were not until 1972 and 1973. First quartet song –
“California Here I Come.” First karaoke song – “Love Grows
Where My Rosemary Goes.” Enjoy!
The
Nut Job 3D (Open Road Films, 2014) –
Director: Peter Lepeniotis. Writers: Lorne Cameron & Peter
Lepeniotis (s/p), Daniel Woo (story). Voices: Will Arnett, Brendan
Fraser, Liam Neeson, Katherine Heigl, Stephen Lang, Maya Rudolph, &
Jeff Dunham. Color and 3D, 83 minutes.
From
the first trailer I’ve been attracted to The Nut Job for
the beauty and detail of its animation, the excellence of the writing
by Lorne Cameron and Daniel Woo in coordination with Director Peter
Lepeniotis, and the voice of the main character, Surly Squirrel
(Arnett). Not since the Easter Bunny in Rise of the Guardians
have I witnessed the creation of such a strong character in an
animated film. He’s almost real.
Surly
– as his name suggests – is a tough-talking loner whose main
concern is “number one.” His only friend is a rat named Buddy who
never speaks until the end of the movie, where he says two words,
“Best friend,” even after being pushed around and generally
ignored by Surly. The rest of the park animals consider Surly an
outlaw and keep their distance from him until one day, in the attempt
to grab a bag of nuts from a nut cart, he manages to light the gas
tank heating the cart. It rockets into the park and torches the oak
tree containing what little food the park animals have gathered for
the winter.
For
this final outrage, Raccoon (Neeson), the self-appointed leader of
the park animals, has them vote to exile Surly from the park to live
on the city streets. Andie, a female red squirrel (voiced by Heigl),
protests that this is not according to the rules they set up in the
beginning but she is overruled.
Surly
finds the city streets hostile with people nearly stepping on him,
vehicles almost crushing him and finally, in a deserted alley a pack
of mangy city rats ambush him. Only with the help of Buddy (who
follows him everywhere, even when told not to) does he escape them.
Hungry and scared, he finally discovers the Nut Shop where the former
cart got its supply. He comes up with a plan to purloin as many nuts
as he can carry and live in luxury the rest of his days. Thanks to
Buddy, they find a way in through a transom, negotiate a maze of rat
traps and meet the guard dog, a female pug named Precious (Rudolph).
Precious makes it difficult for them until Surly notices one of the
humans using a dog whistle to stop Precious’ barking. Once he
obtains it, the pug is under his control.
Back
at the park, arrangements are being made to find food to replace what
was burned in the oak tree and Andie and Grayson (Fraser), a
narcissistic local hero-type squirrel with a resplendent gray tail,
are chosen to scout out possibilities. It isn’t long before Andie
and Grayson run into Surly and Buddy and discover that the nut shop
has enough food for the whole park community. Enlisting the services
of two flatulent groundhogs they burrow into the nut shop – a very
funny scene. Mole (Dunham) is there to help but being blind as a bat,
he can’t. Besides, true to his character, he’s a double agent and
is conniving with Raccoon to limit the food in order to control the
park creatures and reports all to Raccoon.
While
the animals are busy digging their way into the Nut Shop, the thugs
who own the store are digging their own tunnel under the street to
the bank vault on the other side. Their intention is to steal the
bags of money and leave bags of nuts in their place. Their leader is
a dark character who looks like the antagonist in Stephen
King’s Needful Things and who is also affected by
anyone blowing the dog whistle, a set-up for humor in the beginning
and a saving device at the end. The many interactions between the
animals and the humans are the source of craziness and comedy in this
film.
The
Nut Job distinguishes itself over other animated films by
being a novel story told in a lightly moralistic, sensitive and
almost allegorical way. One can’t help but notice that the animals
are drawn in minute detail right down to the finest hair on a
squirrel’s tail while the humans are blocky, minimally defined and
decidedly oafish. The audience cannot help but to side with the
animals. The use of color is interesting as well. Surly has a dark
blue, almost black coat and thick black eyebrows to darken his
frowns. He’s slightly unkempt, while Grayson is extremely well
groomed. Andie is a bright red, possibly to point out that she’s a
female and the love interest. And one need not say why a raccoon was
once again a villain; the facial mask gives them a bad rap as well as
a hoodlum look.
The
3D effects in The Nut Job were beautifully done and
didn’t hinder the forward motion of the movie. The only scene where
things are thrown at the audience was the burning oak tree scene, and
the projectile was popcorn. The story was wonderfully conceived and
the tale is smoothly told without dead spaces or even hiccups. The
one-hour, 26-minute timing was perfect, except for the children
sitting around me in the theater. The scripted humor is geared more
to adults; the children hardly ever laughed when I did and were
squirming after an hour. Adults keep confusing animated films with
cartoons – they are not the same. Most often cartoons are mindless,
silly entertainment while animated films have a serious, educational
side – this one in particular – about friendship, sharing, family
and community. If your children have limited attention spans, this is
not their movie. Otherwise The Nut Job is a
cinematic marvel and a joy to watch.
Rating:
4½ out of 5 Martini glasses.
Tablao
361
Greenwich Street (near Franklin Street), New York
People who read my reviews ask me if I ever go to a bad restaurant. Not intentionally. I know what they mean because mostly I’m raving about the food or the service or the atmosphere. No one ever deliberately goes to a dump to dine. Occasionally, one thing or another (or many at once) happens to diminish the dining experience and rarely (thank God) is it detrimental to one’s health. So if you’re one of those people who feed on negative reviews and thrive on trashing an establishment read no further. This is not one of those.
This
relatively new (three-months old) Spanish restaurant attracted me
with the photo on opentable.com, where it appeared to have
purple lighting under the bar (which dominates most of the
restaurants’ length). It is separated from rows and tables by
graceful arches supported by slender columns. At first, the wall to
the left sports a series of elliptical mirrors in Moorish frames,
yielding to open brick over mosaic tile. The high ceilings are
decorated with a loose latticework of light wood boards, and the
lighting over the bar is from a series of oblong chandelier
supporting lamps shaped like fat candles in various stages of
melting.
The
full title of this restaurant is Tablao Tapas Y
Restaurante to accent the serving of both Tapas and
Spanish cuisine. “Tapas” is a plural word. A “tapa” (meaning
lid or cover) was originally thought to be a slice of ham or cheese
placed over one’s drink to hide the smell of the wine (from fruit
flies I would imagine). It evolved to become small portions of
various recipes; meant to be served with drinks to avoid drinking on
an empty stomach.
There are even legends of kings decreeing that this be the way to serve drinks – always with food. In my previous experiences with tapas, the plates have never been more than six inches in diameter with the food occupying the inner four-inch circle. Tablao has a selection of 26 of these, plus six that were served “a La Plancha” (on the grill), four Montaditos (served on toasted bread), and four “Pinchos” (what they call “spiked bites”). Then there are four Ensaladas (salads). The Plato Principal (main dishes) number 12, so if you don’t find something you like on this menu, perhaps you should not be dining out.
There are even legends of kings decreeing that this be the way to serve drinks – always with food. In my previous experiences with tapas, the plates have never been more than six inches in diameter with the food occupying the inner four-inch circle. Tablao has a selection of 26 of these, plus six that were served “a La Plancha” (on the grill), four Montaditos (served on toasted bread), and four “Pinchos” (what they call “spiked bites”). Then there are four Ensaladas (salads). The Plato Principal (main dishes) number 12, so if you don’t find something you like on this menu, perhaps you should not be dining out.
The
lovely young lady led me to my table a little bit past halfway
through the restaurant and between the bar and the stage (which I
nearly tripped over). Did I mention that a Tablao is specifically a
place where Flamenco is performed? Tonight was the night and I had
just been seated ringside. My server, Evan brought a glass of water
and asked if I needed other libation and I chose the Spanish
Manhattan – a darker, sweeter version of the original combination
of rye and sweet vermouth. It was delicious. Evan then proceeded to
help me understand the menu better. He explained that some of the
tapas were bigger in portion, depending on whether the dish had been
fried, boiled or merely marinated. That said, I chose two tapas and a
main course and he approved of my selection.
Tablao’s
wine list includes wines from Spain, Chile, Australia, Argentina,
Italy and South Africa, all at reasonable prices. I chose a 2007
Viñohonda Monastrell from Spain and marveled at its good strong nose
and full body.
While
my wine breathed and I was sipping my cocktail the Flamenco group was
assembling on stage – two men, the singer and the guitarist and the
two women dancers. The entertainment started as my two tapas arrived.
I was glad I didn’t order three. The portions were significantly
larger than any tapas I had had before.
The Pulpo Diablo – imported Spanish octopus cooked in a spicy Spanish creole sauce – was sheer delight. The tomato-y sauce was just spicy enough to accent the slices of tender octopus and the onions and peppers included in the dish. Two slices of crispy-crusted bread topped the dish, which explains why the only dish I did not finish was the bread, served with olive oil for dipping.
The second tapa was Tablao’s Manchego Chips – homemade potato chips seasoned with shredded Manchego cheese. These large (you would never fit one of them into a Pringle’s container) crisp, slightly salty and wonderfully cheesy masterpieces formed a mound on a seven-inch plate – more like a side dish than a tapa. But you won’t hear me complaining. Between these two and the wine I was clapping my hands along with the dancers.
The Pulpo Diablo – imported Spanish octopus cooked in a spicy Spanish creole sauce – was sheer delight. The tomato-y sauce was just spicy enough to accent the slices of tender octopus and the onions and peppers included in the dish. Two slices of crispy-crusted bread topped the dish, which explains why the only dish I did not finish was the bread, served with olive oil for dipping.
The second tapa was Tablao’s Manchego Chips – homemade potato chips seasoned with shredded Manchego cheese. These large (you would never fit one of them into a Pringle’s container) crisp, slightly salty and wonderfully cheesy masterpieces formed a mound on a seven-inch plate – more like a side dish than a tapa. But you won’t hear me complaining. Between these two and the wine I was clapping my hands along with the dancers.
The
main dish, Baby Pernil, was a roasted Berkshire pork shank served
over a corn and chorizo (Spanish sausage) stew. The formidable
serving looked worthy to be served to Henry the Eighth and I had to
remark, “This is the baby?” But, slow and steady wins the race
and, between sips of wine, the tender juicy meat fell off the bone
and was consumed by a very satisfied customer. During their break I
had the opportunity to speak to three of the four performers,
compliment them on their expertise and learn that Flamenco groups are
rarely the same gathering of people, just like banjo groups or
Barbershop quartets. Once they have enough for a performance, they
rehearse to get a program together. I thought they were marvelous.
It
was by now dessert time and I was ready. The Fresas con Jerez was a
lovely stemmed bowl of sliced strawberries macerated with sherry wine
and served with sherry whipped cream. Oh my! It went perfectly with
my Carajillo – Spanish coffee mixed with brandy.
On
their website, Tablao calls themselves “the
perfect relaxed environment for hours of lounging, dining, drinking
or just hanging out with friends…” I definitely agree and will be
back with friends, maybe Monica when she returns from Japan.
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