Showing posts with label Madison. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Madison. Show all posts

20 August, 2026

The tastes of Tibet and August

Earlier this week I was looking for restaurants to take the daughter of a friend out for dinner. She's a student at UW and I wanted to buy her a good meal before the semester starts and she's eating almost exclusively on the go fare. Plus, I wanted to give her the apples and apple cider doughnuts I bought for her at Lapacek's Orchard on opening day. I found Tibet Kitchen and thought it'd fit the bill with several vegetarian options and an uncommon cuisine. Well, not that uncommon, it turns out.

My ladyfriend did a search and found that there are, in fact, 4 restaurants in town serving Tibetan food. Not bad for a city of only around 300,000 people.

We began with the vegan momos that had these lamprey mouth-like openings on top. They were scrumptious, laden with cabbage. A tasty sauce burst out with the first bite. The dipping sauce had some nice heat.


The co-ed got one of the stir fries but I cannot recall which. She vacuumed it up in short order. I forgot just how much 20 year-olds eat.


My ladyfriend enjoyed a big bowl of mokthuk, Tibetan dumpling soup. She allowed me a sample and I can testify that it was delicious.


I went a bit overboard, I must admit. First, I got a big plate of cucumber salad which was crisp and cool with a hint of spice. Sorry cucumber fans, no photo. Next was a big ol' plate of sauteed baby bok choy. They did not pull any punches when it came to the garlic.


Finally, I got a big bowl of thenthuk, a noodle soup with plenty of flat noodles.


Also not shown was a swirl of tingmo, Tibetan bread. I know nothing about it but I can tell you that it had a nice grainy taste and proved to be the quicker picker upper as it absorbed the garlic sauce from the bok choy with ease.

Every bite was delicious and portions were generous. The co-ed went home with a full belly.


A return visit is in order.

With a surfeit of apples - Scarlets, I've been thinking about what to do with them. The first thing that came to mind was to cook them with pork. And so I paired the pork chops in my refrigerator with a Scarlet stuffing.

I threw them in the oven smothered in kraut.


I also made corn on the cob with the ears I bought at Lapacek's over the weekend.

My photo:


My ladyfriend's (better) photo:


While the corn wasn't mega-sweet, it was still delicious. And the chops turned out well. More apples next time. Still, a nice meal to welcome in the bounty of the early harvest.

Walk, 20 August 2026

Mushrooms are in full bloom down the street.

Nature cares not for the bike path.

Evidence of autumn '26.

Enjoy the flowers while they're still around.

There are a few walnut trees along E. Washington by Highway 30.




The trees of Washington Manor Park.


19 August, 2026

Learn how to polka at The Bur Oak

You can't paint the blues without Primer*

It had been a while since I'd seen John Primer perform but didn't realize that the last time I did was way back in 2009. Where does the time go?


There really isn't a bad seat in the house at The North Street Cabaret and I was up front stage left.

Primer is one of few remaining Chicago blues connections to all the greats that had so much influence on rock music. In his 80s now, he came to Chicago in the early 1960s and got his start at the Maxwell Street Market before getting a regular gig at the legendary Theresa's Lounge where he played with Buddy Guy, Junior Wells, Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, and on and on.

Just after 8 the band stepped onto the stage. The harp player, Steve Bell, strapped on his ammo belt of harmonicas, drummer Lenny Media took a seat behind his kit, and bassist Melvin Smith strapped on his 5-string. And, of course, Primer grabbed one of his guitars and they started playing the blues.

Speaking of blues, someone needs to write a song for Willow who is at my feet meowing. Something like the "Got No Churu Blues".

The treats are gone, Skippy
And kibble just won't do
That little dish is empty
I've got the no Churu blues

Poor cat.

I just found out that Bell is the son of the legendary Corey Bell. No wonder he was so effin' good. Everyone was great, truth be told. I really loved Media's playing. He knew exactly when to throw in these perfect, short fills. Just wonderful. Sorry I didn't get a good photo of him in action.


The night was a mix of classics such as "Mannish Boy" and "I'm Your Hoochie Coochie Man" and newer tunes - "Chicago" and "Tough Times" come to mind, the latter having been (co-?)written by his daughter. I am not very familiar with Primer's catalogue and am struggling to recall song names but can tell you that there were more than a couple times when the band just hit a groove and it was absolutely sublime. Primer and Bell traded solos while the rhythm section held things down for them. Simply fantastic.

A woman behind me was dancing and, although the rest of us weren't quite so animated, everyone was having a good time. I even saw a smattering of folks younger than me.

Ooh! They played "Across the Universe" as the opener of the second set. Neat! Also for the second set I sat next to Primer's granddaughter. I chatted with her a little bit and she was such a nice woman. And, improbably, she lives in the Madison area. She told me that she had gone to college and was a poet but that she was looking to go back to school. Best of luck to her.

The show ended with a spirited "Got My Mojo Working" which was awesome.

It was a great night and I see that Primer returns to The North Street Cabaret on 27 February. I plan to be there.

*I stole this from his website.

16 August, 2026

Goodbye my sylvan neighbor

On Friday evening as I walking down my block I noticed a sandwich board thingy and stopped to read it.


I was touched by the impending loss of this sylvan friend. Judging by its size, I'd guess that it is original to the neighborhood - probably planted in 1946 or '47. Perhaps it has succumbed to disease. Sad.

I felt it really neat that the owners created the sign and publicly acknowledged the tree's fate. Rather than being an isolated action of the property owner, it was cast as a communal loss.


14 August, 2026

Shrooms

A neighbor's yard is home to a plethora of mushrooms, real and simulacra. Just look at that big Arecibo dish shroom.


My ladyfriend says these are pleated inkcaps.

12 August, 2026

Stay off the Yahara River in early November

The Dave Matthews Band will be in town for a show on 4 November so put those canoes and kayaks away until they're safely out of town.

09 August, 2026

Just when you thought the war on the Eastern Front couldn't get any worse

I'd swear that I've read a book dedicated to Operation Barbarossa or, at least the Battle of Stalingrad but cannot for the life of me recall which one. I scanned my bookshelf a couple times but nothing on the topic that I have already read.

What a horror story. The whole, um, shootin' match, so to speak. If two armies fighting isn't bad enough, there's life on the front with lice and boot shortages, and so on. Winter settles in and everyone - combatants and civilians alike - suffer from frostbite, if they don't freeze to death. In Stalingrad civilians endured the horror of urban warfare. If there weren't bombs being dropped on them, there were artillery shells. If death wasn't coming out of the sky, it was coming from Wehrmacht soldiers out on the street attempting to take the city block by block.

And then, when the Germans retreated, they raped and pillaged and destroyed what they could on their headlong flight back to the Fatherland. The Poles suffered horrendously when the Wehrmacht was making their way east and did so yet again with the surviving armies in retreat. Desperation, starvation, ripping fetuses out of pregnant women's bellies - the sheer horror and depravity boggles the mind.

And so I had some background going into Geoffrey Megargee's War of Annihilation.

The book's subtitle is "Combat and Genocide on the Eastern Front, 1941" and Megargee brings in the Nazi's attempts to kill the Jews they encountered as they plunged into the Soviet Union, a tact that I had never encountered before.

The photograph above doesn't really betray it, but the tome is fairly short - about 150 pages of exposition. It begins with the proximate origins of German antipathy towards Jews and Slavs.

Put simply, by 1900 many Germans had come to believe in their complete superiority over other peoples, while they also felt that Germany stood under threat from all sides. Foreigners, and especially the Slavs and Jews of central and eastern Europe, became the focus of increasing distrust and hostility.

This is followed by a section demonstrating how the Wehrmacht commanders capitulated to Hitler's demands regarding racial matters.

Let me back up a bit. Megargee notes how the history of Operation Barbarossa has come down to us in large part via the memoirs and testimonies of German commanders, that the losers have written a lot of the history here.

Thus, for reasons both innocent and insidious, their accounts constitute a mix of truth, half-truth, omission, and outright lies that has been difficult to untangle. Professional historians, for their part, skeptical though they were, often did not pick up on the problems in the Germans' accounts.

Wehrmacht generals, not unsurprisingly, blamed Hitler for basically everything. They were just following orders. But Megargee shows how the upper echelons of the Germany military had defied civilian authorities in the past yet they went along with Hitler's genocidal policies in World War 2. Their views were in accord with Hitler's.

What was new to me here was that the German invasion of the Soviet Union wasn't merely about Lebensraum and natural resources such as oil from the Caucasus.

This was to be, quite literally, a Vernichtungskrieg, a war of annihilation, in which the army would take an active role in pursuing National Socialism's racist goals.

The book proceeds to give a very high level overview of Operation Barbarossa in 1941 punctuated with episodes demonstrating how the horrific Nazi racial attitudes and polices were put into practice.

While there were field commanders who had no interest in pursuing the Nazi's genocidal intentions, very few protested. Some individual soldiers risked their lives showing kindness to the civilians caught up in the battles, but they were few and far between.

It's difficult to find words that have the emotional impact to describe the events in the book. So many people call those with whom they have a disagreement with "Nazis" that it feels like most people have little to no idea about real Nazis, what they stood for and what they did. Someone called J.K. Rowling a "nazi" for advocating for women-only spaces - biological women, that is.

This is what real Nazis did:

Here we see an SS death squad murdering a Jewish family in Ukraine. Can you imagine how deranged one must be to shoot a woman holding her child like that?!

Megargee documents the treatment of the countless Russian soldiers who surrendered to the Germans. The injured were left to die in agony, some were just shot on the spot, while others were sent back to Germany to fill the labor gaps left by the men sent off to fight the war. We learn of how some POW camps had no shelter whatsoever from the elements so Russian soldiers curled up fetal on the ground totally exposed to the elements. With food becoming an ever precious commodity in Germany, rations for the Russian laborers was constantly being lowered.

SS Einsatzgruppen, that is Nazi SS death squads, followed the Wehrmacht east to carry out Hitler's sadistic policies to eliminate Jews and they often times enlisted the help of the Wehermacht as well as local police to do their dirty work. The numbers are absolutely appalling.

The Einsatzgruppe, together with a battalion of Order Police, also killed another seven thousand Jews in the Mogilev (present day Belarus) ghetto on October 2-3 and 19. Fewer than one thousand of the inhabitants remained alive to be placed in a forced labor camp. Another seven to eight thousand Jews in Polotsk and seven thousand Jews in Borisov were also killed. To those figures one can also add over 1,500 mental patients that the Einsatzgruppe killed in improvised gas chambers in Mogilev.

The use of Zyklon B was pioneered during Operation Barbarossa.

In the Ukraine in addition to mentioning the shootings at Babi Yar (Ukraine) the previous month, Ensatzgruppe C reported killing 3,145 Jews in Zhitomir...A further 410 Jews were killed in Cherson...The report, which also included Einsatzgruppe D's operations, mentioned the liquidation of 4,891 Jews in the region east of the Dnieper - and actually we know that the figure only covers the first half of the month.

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Other murder squads, for example, killed ten to twelve thousand Jews on October 12 in the city of Stanislau, in Galacia. The next day, Higher SS and Police Leader Jeckeln had an Order Police battalion shoot approximately eleven thousand Jews in Dnepropetrovsk. Including those figures, even this incomplete accounting brings the number killed in October to over ninety thousand, most of them Jews, and not including prisoners of war or civilians whom the army eliminated.

At one point Megargee describes how Wehrmacht commanders had to remove their soldiers from their grisly genocidal duties because killing thousands and thousands of civilians was taking its mental toll on the men. I cannot imagine what that does to a person.

German war planners used language in their correspondence filled with euphemism such as "necessary harshness" and "special tasks". Despite their hatred of Jews and pride at being part of Hitler's machine, many Nazis were reluctant to plainly describe their genocidal orders.

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So much food for thought here. Let me begin with the banal.

While Operation Barbarossa brings to mind divisions of Panzer tanks rolling across the steppes creating safe passage for the German equivalent of deuce and a half's, the Germans used hundreds of thousands of horses for transport. The number 160,000 sticks out but I cannot recall if that was the number killed in 1941 or for the entire campaign. Perhaps even for a single month in 1941. Regardless, Operation Barbarossa was not kind to our equine friends.

Another observation of the mundane: why did the Germans seek to replace the rail track in the Soviet Union instead of just capturing Soviet rolling stock? (I think German tracks were of a narrower gauge.) Jesus, laying thousands of miles of track was an enormous undertaking. No wonder it took ages for supplies and reinforcements to arrive. Not enough Soviet locomotives and rail cars?

Concomitant to this is Megargee's observation that German war planners gave logistics an inferior position beneath operations. They were outlining what they wanted to do on the battlefield heedless of whether the soldiers doing the fighting had enough ammo, food, or clothing. It's easy in retrospect to look at the Nazi's mistakes and say "Duh!" but I am very glad they made them.

Reading War of Annihilation reminded me that anyone linking someone to the Nazis - the real Nazis - over political disagreements is a fool who deserves all the slander and libel lawsuits that the law in their country allows. Their ideas are not to be taken seriously and should be viewed simply as someone out to hurt those with whom they disagree and not someone who has anything substantive to contribute to a conversation.

Secondly, I was reminded of the great capacity of your ordinary average non-megalomaniac to both ignore and to perpetrate the most heinous deeds. Most people aren't August Landmesser.

Most people are happy to go along with prevailing winds and very few are willing to risk tacking their own course. Good men do nothing all too often.

Lastly, a police officer killed a suspect last month here in Madison and the police chief's press conference was interrupted by protestors, at least one of whom yelled "Zero power to Zionists...." I find this injection of "Zionism" into a situation not all related to Israel to be profoundly disturbing. If we in the United States have our own Kristallnacht, it will be lead by zealots of the Left bearing placards featuring George Floyd's face and, I fear, a lot of good people will do nothing.

Comestibles

I met a friend down at Working Draft Beer earlier this week. My neighbor was there behind the bar doing his thing - I think he's a taproom manager - and he came over as I was sitting at the bar to offer his expertise. I was perusing the maltier side of of the beer menu and he helpfully remarked that the German pils, Hindsight, was freshly tapped. Well, within the last 24 hours.

That settled it.


Oh, it was tasty! A delicate crackery malt with a gentle spicy hoppiness. Working Draft has become the go-to lager spot in town. They're also the go-to smoke beer joint as well. It hasn't been too long since their smoked hefeweizen was on tap and now they've got a rauch Dortmunder Export available for my delectation. Madison is not Bamberg but thanks to Clint and company, there is fresh rauchbier to be had a few times (or more) a year for those of us with refined, smoky tastes.

The next day my ladyfriend and I went to Chicken Licks (née Lips) to satisfy her craving for Buffalo wings. I think my visit there a couple weeks back triggered a spicy, fowl desire in her brain. Because it is her way, she ordered for me and about 15 minutes later I was presented with a basket of chicken wings at Original Sexy Level 3 hotness.


I think that, had they been any spicier, I may have suffered a medical incident. A couple wings in, my right eye began to tear up which, of course, caused my nose to run. Oddly enough, my left eye never watered at all.  Was this due to the angle at which the wings entered my mouth? Perhaps I favor my right side when eating them and a chili miasma crept up to my eye.

Very, very hot yet I could still taste the chicken and the chili flavor.

I think that the kitchen offers yet further levels of fiery goodness for chiliheaded gluttony.

Yesterday at the grocery store I saw more autumnal flavors on the shelves. This time they were accompanied by those generally associated with Christmastime.


Apple season hasn't even started yet the pepperminty flavor of Christmas is here. Uff da!

03 August, 2026

Who cares

Why is the genesis of the bar's name relevant? The movement, however small, to save the place is about its history and the people who frequented it, not about how the place got its name. Why write an article to shit on the name "Wonder Bar"? Grasping at straws.

24 July, 2026

Back 40. Ish. Back .25, maybe.


The yard was all aglow one recent evening, even if it was a bit smoky.

Snake sighting

On a recent trek downtown, I came across a snake named Steve who was next to the City-County Building where Mayor Satya Rhodes-Conway plotted her reelection inside.


Cat!


Take me down to the Lake City, where the walls are blue and the girls are pretty

Last weekend I went to the Lake City Books grand opening at their new digs with my ladyfriend who is a big fan of the store. The move wasn't far - just across the Square - but the new space is much larger and, in the grand Wisconsin tradition, has a bar.

The place was hoppin' when we got there. The staff were busier than a one-eyed man at a burlesque show as folks perused the shelves in a search for their next read. There were quite a few families there with parents ushering their young ones towards the children's section as well as lots of people standing around chatting.

I liked the blue color scheme and the limnological decorations.

I was hoping for more space dedicated to books (I adored Shakespeare's Books back in the day with its towering shelves and enough barely lit aisles to get lost in a la the scriptorium in The Name of the Rose) but the rather tiny non-fiction section yields more space for sitting & reading on couches and socializing and, I guess you could say, for people to make it their third space. And I am told the expanded space with make author events easier on a number of fronts. Speaking of socializing, the bar looked like a typical Friday night at any local tavern.


The crowd was on the younger side - 30s mostly it seemed, so the rumors of reading's death are perhaps greatly exaggerated.

I walked out with a copy of The Tainted Cup.


Godspeed to Lake City. They also have a nice sticker selection. Almost forgot to note that.

22 July, 2026

Pink Floyd in Madison '73 - in colour

Pink Floyd kicked off the tour for Dark Side of the Moon here in Madison on 4 March 1973. While I have never seen an audio recording of that show in general circulation, I now see that there are a couple videos from that show - high res scans of Super 8 film.


It is really neat to see and hear the tunes from Obscured by Clouds.

16 July, 2026

Me enjoy myself ex post facto

Last week Phish had a two night stand here in Madison. Back in the spring when the shows were announced I considered buying a ticket. I am not a Phishhead but I do think Billy Breathes is a fantastic album and one that is intimately tied to a particular time of my life. There are some very potent memories tied to it in my brain. Beyond that album, I enjoy a smattering of their catalogue. For instance, I think there are some really good, fun tunes on Hoist and "Fuego" is a stone cold classic.

I saw them in 1994 here in Madison and truly enjoyed parts of that show but I admired most of it rather than liking it. Given my spotty taste for their music, would it be worth going?

With the shows now history and recordings of them freely available, I am kicking myself, albeit gently.

The first night they performed a couple tunes from Billy Breathes, "Free" and "Character Zero", plus "Fuego". And on the next night "Julius" from Hoist was played along with another pair of songs from Billy Breathes, "Prince Caspian" and "Waste".

I have written about my love for "Prince Caspian" previously and so I was a bit sullen immediately after seeing it in the setlist. I had missed "Prince Caspian"! Gah!

Oh well.

While I cannot go back in time, I can enjoy recordings from those nights. Thanks to all the tapers who shared their material online.

 

15 July, 2026

Ice cream fit for a king

I cannot recall what we had for dinner the evening my ladyfriend and I went to Ice Cream Social but I do remember that it was blazing hot outside. Either dinner was an average meal overshadowed by ice cream or it was a good meal and Ice Cream Social makes some really damn good treats.

A gentleman was making the waffle cones as we stepped up to the display case and perused the flavors on offer. My ladyfriend had browned butter and I, unsurprisingly, ordered chocolate buttermilk.


Both flavors were excellent and I must admit that ICS makes the richest ice cream I've ever put into my maw. For sheer chocolate flavor, Zanzibar retains its title but this stuff was simply decadent. I worried that I might come down with gout on the way home.

Why yes, Madison does have a street named Sirloin Strip.


And on Sirloin Strip is a fine Columbian restaurant, El Pollo Rumbero. Google Translate says that it means, The Chicken Party-Goer. I like The Chicken Party Animal, personally. The name alone throws the gauntlet down before La Pollera Columbiana. Personally I think the more Columbian chicken places, the merrier.


I recall this place having been a hookah joint in the recent past but cannot recall what business was there prior to that. After searching, I see that it was Hanna's 77 Sirloin Strip at some point. The exterior definitely has a rural Wisconsin supper club thing going on. The El Pollo Rumbero folks have painted the walls with lovely bright colors with some serious Día de los Muertos vibes.

My ladyfriend ordered chicken wings and fries along with a salad while I had half a roasted chicken with fries, rice, and salad. We shared some fried calamari.


Both the calamari and the fries suffered the same fate of being undercooked. By that I mean that they were cooked to an edible degree but a bit of browning was in order. Flaccid fries are a sad thing to have on one's plate.

I think my ladyfriend misordered as the wings were just plain ones and not sauced like a large plate of them that mistakenly came to us before quickly being whisked away to a nearby table amidst a chorus of apologies. The salad was excellent with a nicely seasoned vinaigrette. My ladyfriend's salad was on the large side and she was unable to finish it. However, I did so the next day.

My roasted chicken was excellent. The skin was well-charred while the meat was tender and moist. What really made it super-delicious was the seasoning. It tasted peppery-herbal with just the right amount of salt for my taste. This chicken was so good that it now really stands out for me amongst all restaurant meals in town.

Thick cut pork chops grilled up fine have become a staple of my diet lately.


As has homemade cabbage salad of some ilk. A simple meal, I grant you, yet highly tasty. I am getting the grilled dialed in and I don't have to heat my kitchen with the stove/oven.

Last week I took my youngest stepson out for dinner to Guimo's Mexican Restaurant in Sun Prairie. Part of my motivation was to simply throw some business their way now that there was neither road nor sidewalk out front. We walked in after traversing some highly unlevel packed gravel and found that there were a fair number of people who apparently felt the same way as we were far from the only patrons. This was our second time there and my first experience featured some solid Mexican grub. The same held this time.


One thing I've been doing lately at Central & South American restaurants is trying out their soups. The ones that aren't pozole or menudo, that is. That night I had some of their chicken tortilla soup which came in that orange Fiestaware bowl. They did not skimp on the chicken. Tomato, chili - this was tasty stuff.

Last week my ladyfriend fried up some cabbage and onions and then served it with some meat pelmeni procured somewhere in the Chicago area on top.


I whipped up some spicy sour cream for the occasion. Again, simple but very tasty.

Last Saturday I took my ladyfriend to meet my family in Chicago. A cousin from out west was in town to celebrate his retirement and so we had a modest family gathering in honor of his milestone. Before we hit the road we stopped in at Cottage Cafe to break our fasts. I had walleye and eggs.


This seems to be an Upper Midwestern breakfast. Cottage Cafe did it well as the breading on the fish was applied with a light hand. When paired with rye toast, it is truly a delightful way to start my day.

I am a prepper. But not for the fall of our government and the ensuing anarchy nor for the end of days. I prepare for 90+ degree temps when I dare not cook in the apartment and am reluctant to be outside. And so on Sunday I prepped.

The first thing I made was pico de gallo.


I used one of the two serranos that I harvested early from my plant. Tasty but it could have used both of the chilies. And I forgot to get cilantro. D'oh!

Next was corn salad.


Normally I have black beans in there but, like the cilantro, I completely forgot to buy any at the store so I threw in a couple tomatoes that didn't become pico, avocado, and onion. This was all tossed in a vinaigrette that was given a large dose of coriander. The corn was actually rather sweet instead of bland and starchy so this salat turned out well.

Also on Sunday I found myself with a pound of ground beef to use up and didn't want to make burgers and so it ended up being used in stuffed green peppers cooked on the grill. I had no rice but I did have buckwheat groats so this ostensibly Italian type dish ended up with a Slavic complexion. Once I had the filling mixed up, I stood there contemplating a binding agent. What to use? Then it occurred to me that I had some tomato-basil cheese left and it was quickly shredded.


I had never attempted stuffed peppers on the grill before so I winged it. They spent a little time directly over the coals in an attempt to char their bottoms. This was moderately successful. Once this phase was done, I moved them away from the heat and let them cook for about 20 minutes.


They turned out alright. Tasty but next time I want to cook the peppers a bit longer all around. More char and a little less crunchiness to them. I only had 2 peppers so I had a crap ton of filling leftover and have been eating it on its own since. I think the nutty flavor of the buckwheat went well with the green bell pepper, though I can imagine that rice would better complement a sweeter yellow or red one.

Today I am feeling ground beef & buckwheated out and am contemplating what to have for dinner. I do need to run an errand after work so perhaps I can let someone else do the cooking this evening.

One final thought: the service at all of the above restaurants was good. The servers were all quite friendly, each and every one.