Are You Serious
Best Andrew Bird album since Mysterious Production of Eggs. And I mean it this time. I just wish he'd play his goddamn violin more.
You know what's amazing about David Bowie, when you think about it... he made it to age 69, year 2016, fully intact. No embarrassing public freakouts, no shameful interview quotes, no (truly) regretful artistic choices, no cheap money grab projects, no laughable appearances in TV commercials, no offensive political stances, no boring duet or reinterpret-the-hits or Christmas albums, nobody wishing he would just retire, nobody lamenting how good he 'used to be', nothing but 69 years of absolute integrity. Bob Dylan won't be able to say that, Paul McCartney won't be able to say that, Stevie Wonder won't be able to say that, Mick Jagger won't be able to say that, Paul Simon won't be able to say that, and everyone else who could've tried died young anyway. Bowie somehow managed to do it. He won.
(Yes. The answer is yes. Just go to Clancey's and get a roast beef sandwich. You will love it. Lowry Hill Meats, meanwhile, you will like just fine. But that's all.)
This second paragraph is about the potato latkes, which were delicious, and don't deserve to be in that previous snark-filled diatribe, even if they were no better than the delicious latkes you'd get at Cecil's, a place which is much closer to actually being a "dinette." Really, the bologna didn't deserve it either. It was fine. The Saint Dinette is fine.