Well, around here every day is Valentine’s Day, but this weekend we celebrated with some treats from DeLuxe Cakes and Pastries. Throw in a dinner tonight of tenderloin and lobster tails, a little wine, a little chocolate, a little whiskey, a little La Vie en Rose… a good Valentine’s weekend.

If you like sweet things and haven’t been into DeLuxe, you’re missing out. We grabbed some coffee there yesterday, and walked away with more of our share of chocolate (including the above strawberries). Everything is beautiful and delicious, and the people are incredibly nice.

Well, I was not expecting that much offense. Michigan was up for this game, and Iowa’s players had better to adjust: at 6-0, we’re a big game on everyone’s schedule. They’re ready for us, whether or not we’re ready for them.

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And I’ve got to say, every play where Stanzi drops back is an adventure. Could be a touchdown to a wide-open Tony Moeaki on a brilliant audible, or it could be an interception thrown nowhere near a receiver, returned for a touchdown. Sometimes he’ll throw several pinpoint passes, and you’ll say, “Wow, he seems to have shaken off whatever’s wrong with him.” And then he’ll make some other boneheaded decision.

But we’re halfway through the schedule, and 6-0. Iowa State, Penn State, and Michigan are all in the win column. It isn’t always pretty, but we’re off to the best start since 1985.

UPDATE: Related links… Is this a special season for Iowa? … Tigerhawk catches the Heartland Inn talking some trash … The Register’s Sean Keeler details Iowa’s Jekyll and Hyde antics … On Iowa has postgame vid.

Here in my seat at the homecoming game against Michigan. The blackout is looking better than I’ve seen before. I say we win under the lights, 24-13.

The Bluebird Diner

The Bluebird Diner

Unexpectedly, the first restaurant review I did on Panoptiblog became by far the most-viewed post on this site. To date, according to whatever means WordPress uses for tracking such things, it has been viewed nearly eight hundred times. This may or may not have been desirable for the folks at the Bluebird Diner, the subject of that–very mixed–review. We’d been there twice, once for dinner and once for breakfast; we were happy with the food, not so much always with the service, especially in the morning. But as I said in that review, this was shortly after the place had opened, so maybe they’d get their–um–act together. We’d had high hopes for the place, so we certainly hoped that would be the case.

An opportunity to head back over there hadn’t really come around since then, and of course the longer you wait to go to a place, the further it gets out of the rotation, the less you think of it when you’re thinking of where to go, then the longer it gets, etc., etc. But tonight, with a friend in town, it struck me that this would be a good time. So we went, and it was great.

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There had been a few changes since we’d been there: a new front awning, maybe? Definitely new menus, the paper versions having been replaced by a more permanent, traditional plastic version (which can now be found online here).

Jen and our guest, Trace, both got one of the specials, a (Ruby Red?) Trout with a morel mushroom rice pilaf and vegetables. I’m not doing it justice in the description; it looked beautiful (as you can see). I had the pork chops with garlic mashed potatoes and vegetables, with a glass of Gladiator Pinot Noir.

Everything was delicious. My pork chops were very pink, in the best of ways. Just as last time, the garlic mashed potatoes were the right consistency. I’m a recent convert to morels, and they were great in the pilaf (which I learned by stealing some of Jen’s). And the service was perfect (thanks, Emily).

As may be evident from my other restaurant reviews, I’ve seen too many episodes of Iron Chef where people who can’t talk about food attempt to get too specific in their critiques to attempt it myself. But I definitely wanted to come home and write an addendum to the earlier review. We will be working the Bluebird Diner back into the rotation.

Resist Evil

Resist Evil

So, this is pretty cool.

At the Englert Theater this Saturday night, from 7:30 – 10, there’s going to be a free showing of the first movie in the Resist Evil trilogy. It’s a horror film by Adam Protextor. The reason I know about it is because my brother Zeke has a cameo in this installment, and a bigger part in the other two. The films were made with a lot of local help, so they’re showing it here first.

We went to the SAAH (The School of Art and Art History) Arts Festival last week with the kids, which was a lot of fun. Nathan Morton had his “Arcade Project” up. I’m loathe to publicly interpret a friend’s art, but it cleverly reappropriates video game images. You should go see it: it’ll be up again here until May 22. I’d add an image here, but it doesn’t really lend itself to photography. If you go to Morty’s website and click around in the “sculptural practice” area, you’ll find some quicktimes from the project. Most excellent.

Much other cool stuff was there. My favorite non-friend work was possibly this:

H. Caste, "The Anthropomorphic Wish" (2009)

H. Caste, "The Anthropomorphic Wish" (2009)

Wasn’t planning on doing another restaurant review so soon, but Jen and Elizabeth and I were driving around the block looking for parking, having no idea where we wanted to eat a late lunch, and came upon a place I didn’t even know had moved into town:

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Turns out they’ve been there a couple of weeks (and by “there” I mean down from Whitey’s Ice Cream); the grrrl at the counter said there’s another one in Minneapolis, which I found easy to believe after looking at the pizzas that were available beneath the glass. If you’re wandering down East Washington looking for a slice of something bland, then keep walking, ’cause you won’t find it at Mesa. The first thing I saw was a pizza with penne, and a little further down was the mac and cheese pizza. Everything was beautiful to look at, but it made me a little nervous, as I’m not adventurous with my pizza at quite that level. But I do eat pineapple, and there was a slice of “Barbecue Chicken Pineapple,” so I went with that. Jen got a slice with fresh mozzarella, roma tomatoes, and basil. Pretty cheap: I think it was seven bucks for two slices and a can of root beer.

While we were waiting for the pizza—I wasn’t watching how they were heated, but they seemed not to have been kept on warmers, which helped the taste—Jen and I sat down with the little girl, and checked the place out. I don’t know if it’s a conscious decision to go minimalist, or if they just haven’t been in there long enough to have everything in order: no particular décor at this point, just freshly painted walls. I appreciated the fact that before they had the first picture hung, they had a place to recycle cans and plastic.

And then the pizza was ready.

And it was excellent.

I’m not sure if I’ve ever had pizza with this little grease before. Everything tasted fresh, and warm, and perfect. Not much more to say than that. The food was great, served on paper plates. I hope they don’t change a thing before the next time we get in there.

So, a while back when I reviewed the Bluebird Diner, I made passing reference to the loss of Baldy’s, which was by far the best place in town you could get a wrap. My mouth is watering at the thought of the chicken BBQ wrap, and while the chips weren’t spectacular, if you waited long enough between visits you might forget that underneath them was a cookie waiting for you to finish them up. While it was still in business, it might’ve been the best place in Iowa City to get lunch. As soon as I finally ate there a few years ago, I regretted not having discovered how good it was earlier on, a regret that became much more acute when I learned they were shutting the doors for good. So in my review of the Bluebird, I may have revealed a hint of bitterness when I referred to its replacement as “yet another bar.”

Well, Aprille Clarke set me straight (in the most polite possible way) in the comments section, where she let me know that

the former Baldy’s isn’t just another bar, it’s a burger joint that also has a bar-type personality at night. It’s owned by the same people as Baldy’s. I talked to the owner, and he just said he was in the mood to shake things up.

That was enough of a push to get Jen and me into Short’s for the first time, and I highly recommend you do the same. If you were going to design a restaurant to open during an economic downturn in a relatively financially stable city, this is how you would do it: with measured simplicity. Appeal to the popular mythology of hardworking can-do Americans in tough times, much like the current trend toward “depression chic” in fashion that Jen started noticing last year when we were in Chicago. Play up aesthetics that hearken back to an earlier, simpler time; offer a menu that is stripped down to the basics; play blues music. Of course, this is stylized simplicity, so the icons of the simpler era are embedded into glass cases in the wall and lit from beneath. While the owners of Short’s (who include former Iowa kicker and Iowa City native Nate Kaeding) may or may not have been that strategic about considering the economic environment, it was natural enough for them to reach to local history: long before that location held Baldy’s, it was Short’s Shoe Shine. (You can read all about it in this interesting Corridor Buzz piece by Loren Keller.)

Short’s serves two things: burgers and fries. That’s it. There are two prices on the menu: one for burgers and fries, and one for just fries. Want the 18 S. Clinton? That’s a cheeseburger (named for Short’s street address). That’ll be $8.50. A Beaconsfield? (18 S. Clinton + bacon.) $8.50. A more exotic burger? Oh, they have them. And they’re all the same price, which includes fries.

The first time I went there, I got the Jamaica. Jerk spiced, mango jalepeno salsa, and pepper jack cheese. It was beautiful when it got to the table. A little pinker on the inside than I normally expect (though I tend to be a little paranoid about that), but I figured that if you go to a place that only serves burgers, they probably have the right cooking temperature figured out. And it waaaaaas tasty. But if you’re going to make it as a new restaurant in downtown Iowa City, don’t forget the vegans. And they haven’t. There are maybe five different bean burgers, all with equally exotic options.

If I have to come up with minor complaints, I can offer two. First, I’m not necessarily sold on the style of fries. Though they were seasoned perfectly, I like them a little crispier. When we went there the next time, I asked specifically for crispy fries, and they still weren’t really right. I assume that’s because they use a lower cooking temperature for the oil, and your only option then is to leave them in longer, which isn’t really going to do it. Second, I’d rather they either left pickles off the burger or mentioned them on the menu, because I’m apparently too feeble-minded to remember to ask them to forgo the dills unless I have a printed reminder.

Does it sound like I’m reaching? I am. There’s precious little to dislike about Short’s. We’ve been there several more times, and will keep going. I suppose if I wanted another complaint, I might note that it gets pretty loud. You know why? Because a lot of people are going there. You should be one of them.

I grew up in Iowa City, so I’ve always taken for granted the inclination of Iowa Citians to support local business, particularly restaurants. Jen, being from Bettendorf, does not take it for granted, and often bemoans the lack of good food back in the Quad Cities. Jen and I are always looking for new places to eat around town, especially places we might occasionally go for breakfast. I’ve never understood why Iowa City can’t seem to support more good-yet-basic breakfast places downtown. We’re not hurting for moderate-to-upscale breakfasts: there’s The Motley Cow and Devotay, there’s Hamburg Inn, or, a little east of downtown, Lou Henri. But we’ve always been surprised that there wasn’t another diner-style restaurant downtown, aside from the Hamburg Inn. It seemed like there was room in Iowa City for another one, if it could establish enough of an alternative identity to Hamburg so that it wasn’t really trying to challenge the iconic Hamburg, but just exist comfortably alongside it. I liked Tony’s Grill a lot, but the tornados in the spring of 2006 wiped them out.

So we were excited to see the sign go up for the Bluebird Diner a couple of months ago, in place of the old paint store across from Artifacts, on the corner of Gilbert and Market.

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