Saturday, December 10, 2005

Mangiamo! ( Let's Eat )

Last night was the fundraiser to benefit Grand Rapids' East Hills Council of Neighbors held at the new restaurant Mangiamo! which is Italian for Let’s Eat.

While it is not fair to review a restaurant in its first few days since things are hectic trying to break in a new staff, a few items are worth noting.

Lately service has totally fallen apart in this town. Not here at Mangiamo! From the moment one hits the steps to walk up to the door, a person has opened it and extends a hardy welcome. Next someone helps with your coat and finally after the host scans the reservation list, you are escorted to your table.

My party guests tonight included Artist Michael Pfleghaar, Realtor Vince & Kristin Salerno, Jon Bouck of Tributary Gallery and newly elected city commissioner Rosalynn Bliss.

Our table had a great view of the restaurant’s vast lawn now completely covered in a blanket of snow. As we settled in after being walked through the many tables found in the various rooms, one of my guest was concerned over our hard-to-find table but soon it was clear that this private little enclave would be the table to request for future dinner gatherings.

Throughout the night people like K.C. Caliendo of East Hills sporting her big white napkin tucked firmly in her cleavage would swing by to thank us for supporting her neighborhood. West Michigan green builder Guy Bazzani popped over as well. (FACT: One of Guy's earliest jobs was the remodel of this former residence into a restaurant back in the early 80’s.) Mark Rumsey fresh off his birthday karaoke tour of the westside bars stopped by as well. But alas no singing...yet.

Even former Grand Rapids Mayor John Logie with his artist wife Susie stopped by to say hello. It was nice since he shared an interesting bit of history of this building, which included his family once calling it home. The former restaurant, Gibson's, had a great patty melt sandwich named The Honorable John Logie but sadly it is missing on the new owner's menu. As I ranted a bit about how I will miss it, Susie made a joke about how the city’s medical health centers were rejoicing to see it disappear.

Even the restaurateur Greg Gilmore made stops at every table welcoming each guest and inviting feedback. Like I said I will not review the food since I feel this is not fair as they will be adjusting items during this preview week, but I will offer a few insights on the menu. (Our actual comments are reserved for his staff as we each filled out a comment card reflecting our responses to the many dishes we tasted throughout the night.)

So here are my very thoughts that I feel will not change even after the doors are opened to the public in the coming days.

First, you may order wine by the glass, bottle or a carafe. The carafe is a nice touch I have not experienced on this level outside my trip to Italy. Presented in a very stylish decanter it instantly brought a sense of warmth and charm to the table as we took turns pouring each other a glass. And the house and proprietor choices from red to white and everything in between were very diverse and good for the price. (If memory serves, White Zinfandel the trashy training bra of the wine family is MIA from the wine list.)

Secondly, the attention to fresh ingredients in the appetizers was outstanding. The many dishes served family style in generous portions included tasty offerings of prosciutto, olives, blue crab, artichokes, oven roasted red peppers and lots of fresh bread in various forms. (The homemade loaf actually took me back to my mother's bread she would prepare for our family dinner.)

Lastly, the menu spans a wide range of tastes and not one wet burrito. You may laugh but you would be amazed at this item popping up on more than one local Italian eatery’s menu. So whether you crave a pizza, pasta or a Chicken Marsala, Mangiamo! will be the place to land.

So as our meal came to an end the conversation turned to where to go next. As we made our way towards the coat check we heard the sound of the piano playing in the next room. As I got closer I could see and hear John Logie singing in the newly remodeled room. But there in the corner across from the bar was the piano and a reinvented (and oft seen at Gibson's) pianist. I really really liked how the piano has been given a premiere spot in the former Grapevine lounge. It is very classy and very New York.

But the class almost ended when the former mayor stopped singing and the pianist started the theme from Ice Castle’s. "Please, LET this moment end."

Drawing on all my power as a former drama student I enlisted the help of Mark Rumsey and his Icicle power pop band member wife Joleen and we began to churn out our own versions of popular holiday classics.

I am not sure what we were singing as dawn washes over these keys but burnt into my brain were lines that included Santa using email, drinking in a winter (or winner's) wonderland and finally something about Rudolph being gay. My red nose surely gave me away tonight.

In the end, Mangiamo! is the place to visit during the coming winter months. A place where friends may gather, have a meal and then if the mistress of the keyboards is present, retire to the lounge to sing a note or two.

As you exit the restaurant doors one will be hard pressed not to look back and with a slight grin blow an air kiss to the giant Mona Lisa by di Vinci who smiles eternal in her only special way above the door. Somehow even though her back is turned to the goings on inside, she is well aware of the warm glow of memories bold and bright being created just inside Mangiamo!’s door.

Friday, December 09, 2005

Leadership


This is a strange posting to make on a snow day and especially from an artist. Leadership topics are usually reserved for those Trump/Stewart types who connect the dots, get a book/Television deal and in the process sometimes even leave a body count.

But I believe after living in this town that leadership can happen on all levels and so I will not shy away from using this term.

During the past year I met a person who inspired me again to think about how we can all get involved. Rosalynn Bliss, our newly elected city commission, ran an outstanding campaign in Grand Rapids that not only captured the votes of this city, but the hearts of even more. So much so that a friend recently remarked she went to the polls in East Grand Rapids to vote for Bliss only to be saddened to learn she was not on the ballot. (East Grand Rapids has their own city government separate from Grand Rapids.)

Bliss brought out people I have never seen take one step for a political campaign. Her new generation of leaders fundraiser focused on the next generation of leaders became the political event of the year and the biggest money maker for her campaign. This youthful group that came out are often marginalized and ignored by the political machine. Well, not any more!

And what we all gained in the end was not just the chance to place a very energetic and intelligent person who listens to people, but a person who by getting in the game and leading is inspiring a new generation of leaders. (My good friend Dave is considering a run for a seat on the library board and Kristin expressed an interest last night in seeking a political seat someday.)

Last night was the Uptown Holiday Shopping event and everywhere Bliss went business owners and shoppers greeted her with handshakes saying how happy they were to see her win.

So today I simply want to salute that spirit of community that Bliss has brought to our city. We need leaders, but leadership can happen at any level. It is all about stepping up to the plate.

Now get out there and make snow angels!

(Photo: Tommy dressed as a fairy granting a wish for Bliss who is standing to my right - Halloween 2005, Tributary Gallery on Division)

Further reading...Rosalynn Bliss will have a profile piece on her in the Sunday, December 11 Grand Rapids Press.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

The Dreamer Begins....


Beginnings are hard. We never really know when they truly start. Most times it is the endings we clearly can see in history. But once in a while a beginning is crystal clear.

Often have I sat at this glowing screen pushing a key here or there to eventually form thoughts that no one will ever see.

Today as the TV played in the background I went about my morning routine of downing massive cups of coffee, wandering through a spam minefield to retrieve my email and finally settling a hundred arguments in my head on why I should get out of bed to start the day.

But there it was lingering in the air, the quick news blip that today is the 25th anniversary of John Lennon’s death (cut to commercial). Like a slap to the face on a near zero degree winter’s day, my face swelled like an ocean as I started to cry.

Music can span the mountains of time and today I am hurled back to sitting at my school desk as my friend Bunny Sexton (really, it is her name) enters the room crying. Since I was at a conservative Christian school, weeping for sinners was usually reserved for those who were burning in hell because they did not cling to the cross. In our school we were not allowed to listen to Lennon or any other singer who did not adhere to the faith of our fathers.

But Bunny did listen to John Lennon and her grief was real just like Lennon’s music. I, too, secretly would hide my 45’s at a neighbor’s house, race out of church to hear the finally moments of the American Top 40 countdown broadcast and sometimes even stay up late with my face pressed to the TV speaker so I could hear a favorite singer. This act of contortion would keep my secret special and not alert the wrath of my parents who were sleeping in the next room. (I think my eyes took a beating from watching TV from this angle.)

Starting Over was just breaking the charts and it seemed like a golden era was about to be reborn. Bunny, Naomi and I all cried as the rest of the class looked on in disbelief over our mourning. And for the first time, I stood speechless as those around me condemned his music and always with a Bible verse to back up their speech.

So today I stumble to my computer and think, “Today is a beginning -the day I begin to wipe the tears from my eyes and share more than what graces the pages of area papers or the loud drunken conversations often overheard in this little town.”

Lennon plays over and over again in my head and now on my iPod. The words to Imagine no longer sound like a pop song but has become a powerful prayer of peace for the world and very much like the powerful sermon on the mount that so many have seemed to forget.

Imagine is a prayer that all faiths can rally around. If we are ever to survive we have to rethink all we know, retrace our steps and in doing so we may find we end up in places or rooms we never imagined.

I stand dressed now ready to enter the world as an adult but in my heart I am still holding tight to my fellow classmates who believed the dreamer. Beginnings happen all the time, we just have to welcome the clarity of the dawning moment. Hold it tight to your heart. Begin.

“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I am not the only one.” – John Lennon