A Capital anticipations list: Applewood Orchard, John Carter, Maritime Parc, The Las
Each week, Capital's editors and writers will offer a list of the events, activities, releases and personal obsessions that we are looking forward to during the next week. Here is a list of our anticipations.
Applewood Orchards and Winery
Azi: I want cider.
I misspent my five years at the University at Albany and never acquired the taste for beer that many of my colleagues have now. And that's led me on an official tour of cideries and apple orchards around New York.
There's a bunch not far away: Van Duyne's Cider Mill in Montville; Ralston Cider Mill in Mendham Borough; and the awesomely named Hacklebarney Farms Cider Mill in Chester. Those are in New Jersey and honestly, I still have a mental block about crossing state lines. But trips there do come with a near guarantee of anonymity—no real chance of running into a neighbor, or colleague whose unreturned phone calls and emails I've put on a to do list for next month.
I was thinking of going to Applewood Orchards in the Hudson Valley. You buy a bag, pick your apples and enjoy the day on the farm.
Unfortunately, the "trees are sleeping" according to the automated message at the farm, so, there's no cider fun to be had there just yet.
But they're only 90 minutes away, so, a trip out there to see for myself—miles away from anything New York Cityish, may just be as good a glass of the appley stuff.
Geoff Dyer on Zona, the La's, the Rolling Stones and their saxophonist
Gabe: Geoff Dyer's offhand expertise, come-and-go obsessiveness, refusal to stick to notions of what makes something “fiction,” and of course his marvelous way with words have made him one of my favorite contemporary writers (his jazz book But Beautiful is one of the finest music books I've ever read, and I've read a few!). His latest book, Zona pays tribute to famed Russian director Andrei Tarkovsky’s film Stalker, and to celebrate the title’s release Dyer will talk about his lifelong love of the movie at the Museum of the Moving Image on Sunday afternoon. Plenty of time to see the film first.
Monday the La’s, one of the greatest of the Britpop bands, were set to perform at Webster Hall (the event got canceled on account of illness), but even so, this is an especially nice time of year to revisit their music. They’re best known for the big hit "There She Goes," but, despite a whole truckload of personal problems (mostly from eccentric, obsessive frontman Lee Mavers) that ultimately doomed the band after just their one self-titled L.P., they managed to fit lots more amazing tunes into that one record than most of the other Britpop bands did in whole careers. Let's hope they reschedule soon.
Original britpoppers the Rolling Stones have two events this week. The second, on Tuesday at Carnegie Hall, is a run through Hot Rocks, 1964-1971 with a stunning lineup featuring Rosanne Cash, Steve Earle, the Mountain Goats, Taj Mahal, Jackson Browne, Art Garfunkel, Marianne Faithfull, Rickie Lee Jones, Ronnie Spector, Peaches, and more. Wow, right? Yet tomorrow night something I think might be even more special takes place, and that’s a performance by Bobby Keys, the Stones’ saxophonist and brother in arms, along with his band the Suffering Bastards (including members of Georgia Satellites, the Black Crowes, and Lynyrd Skynyrd, so... yeah you know what you’re getting there). Keys has been much more than a Stones sideman; he hung out with Lennon for much of his “lost weekend,” played with The Who, George Harrison, and Joe Cocker, among others, and, perhaps my favorite anecdote, played music director for Ronnie Wood’s Miami nightclub Woody’s on the Beach through the '80s. At any rate, Bobby is really cool.
The end of Daylight Savings Time
Katharine: This weekend I am mourning the loss of an hour as the somewhat silly Daylight Savings Time, or the end thereof, sets in (remember: spring forward), and probably, hopefully, doing my taxes.
John Carter and Empire on the Hudson
Dana: Simon Abrams' endorsement of the movie and my own inclinations toward science fiction have induced me to do something that the sheer hotness of Tim Riggins (aka Taylor Kitsch) could not: make plans to see John Carter on Saturday. Also, I will begin historian Jameson Doig's seemingly authoritative history of the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey called Empire on the Hudson. Doig has been making a name for himself lately with his pointed criticism of Governor Chris Christie's rather large number of patronage appointments to the bistate agency (which controls cross-Hudson bridges and tunnels, the PATH, and, of course, the World Trade Center site). The Times recently ran an op-ed by him entitled "Restore Integrity at the Port Authority," in which Doig lambasted "the growing problem of patronage and cronyism that is infecting this critical agency." I hope his tome on the authority is as readable.
Joe: A $60 three-course dinner for two? That's the pretty amazing TravelZoo deal I'll be taking advantage of Saturday evening with my betrothed and another couple at Maritime Parc, a nautically-inspired waterfront eatery in Liberty State Park described by The New York Times in a glowing review last year as "a striking piece of real estate" with an "ambitious, seasonally alert menu." The restaurant's own description is a bit more purple: "Imagine the ultimate seaside getaway—water lapping up against the shore, boats bobbing in the harbor, a cool breeze dancing through the tall grass. The vision wouldn’t be complete without a restaurant that captures the spirit of the sea." They had me at "ultimate seaside getaway," which clearly this joint is not, but I will attest that it is definitely one of the more breathtaking epicurean destinations one could hope for in the New York City area, surrounded as it is by sailboats and the Hudson River and the Manhattan skyline and the seemingly endless green of Liberty State, with the torch-bearing statue for which the park was named and the monolithic Verrazano-Narrows Bridge looming in the distance. That such a place exists within walking distance of my apartment only sweetens the deal, and yet this will be my first time dining there—save the time last summer when we were maxing dockside at the patio bar one Saturday and they brought us some apps on the house. Bummer that the temperature is supposed to drop back down to the mid-40s, though.