Friday, December 11

T.G.I.F.

In honor of my headache and the fact that my work week is nearly over, a little trivia about non-respectable national restaurant chain T.G.I. Friday's.

Did you know that the first one (in Manhattan) was a trend-setting "single's bar"? The idea was to make the setting friendly and "fun" for office drones (especially girl secretaries) to mingle, have a burger and several drinks, and then stumble back to someone's apartment.
From Wikipedia:
The Friday's restaurant chain was founded in 1965 in New York City, featuring standard American cuisine, bar food and alcoholic beverages. The restaurant was located at the corner of 63rd Street and First Avenue. The exterior featured a red-and-white striped awning and blue paint, and the interior included wooden floors, Bentwood chairs and striped tablecloths; the bar area added brass rails and stained glass. The employees were young and wore wacky uniforms, and every time someone had a birthday, the entire restaurant crew came around with a cake and sang Friday's traditional birthday song. The location is now a British pub called "Baker Street"; the brass rails are still there.

I remember being surprised reading a reference to the bar in a novel I read from that era--but I can't remember if it was in
The Love Machine or Sheila Levine is Dead and Living in New York. Or both!

Additional details here--though I wrote this post before reading this, F.Y.I. (Friday's).

Wednesday, December 9

Our Holiday Card

Beebo and I went to the Sears Portrait Studio to get our photo taken for our annual holiday card. You'll be getting yours in the mail soon, but here's a sneak peek:

Christmas remakes from Hell

I was just looking up an old Christmas-themed comedy (since I'm all about seasonal viewing and listening) called Christmas in Connecticut, starring my favorite classic Hollywood leading lady, Barbara Stanwyck. She's one of those actors equally comfortable in comedy, 'women's pictures', film noir, or westerns. As a leading lady during a time when adult women were a large part of the film-going audience (i.e. before TV), she got a lot of meaty parts, and acted them with gusto and intelligence.

Anyway, this is a pretty cute comedy. Short description:
Journalist Elizabeth Lane is one of the country's most famous food writer. In her columns, she describes herself as a hard working farm woman, taking care of her children and being an excellent cook. But this is all lies. In reality she is an unmarried New Yorker who can't even boil an egg. The recipes come from her good friend Felix. The owner of the magazine she works for has decided that a heroic sailor will spend his Christmas on her farm. Miss Lane knows that her career is over if the truth comes out, but what can she do?

Stanwyck is great, Sydney Greenstreet (as the publisher) is great, Dennis Morgan is adequate as the sailor.

To my horror, as I was looking for pictures for a post about this movie, I found this television remake from 1992:"Elizabeth is the star of a successful cooking show and author of several cookbooks. But when her manager, Alexander sees forest ranger Jefferson, who lost his cabin in a fire, comment on TV about wishing he could get a home-cooked Christmas dinner, he arranges for a special live show on Christmas, for Elizabeth to cook him Christmas Dinner. Only Elizabeth can't cook, and trying to keep Jefferson and the viewing public from finding out on a live show may be a little difficult."

Yikes! Obviously, the plot is similar to the first one. But a poodle-headed Dyan Cannon in the lead, plus a latter-day Kris Kristofferson in a story set in the 1990s--that's not cool, man. And worst of all--Directed by Arnold Schwarzenegger!

Tuesday, December 8

A Double Shot of Claudine for the Holidays

With then-husband Andy Williams, from 1967 or so:

And (audio only) one of her holiday-themed songs:


Song One is not so great in this rendition, but I think Song Two is pretty tip-top.

Monday, December 7

Fondue

Beebo and I were invited over to our friends' house in Ballard for fondue on Saturday. It was delicious, and my idea of a perfect meal, especially on such a chilly night.

(their cat and resident photographer, Buckminster, took this picture to commemorate the event)