Tasting with a Grudge

We had a tasting of the food we're going to have for the wedding. In two words, fucking fantastic. We are enlisting the services of Park Avenue Catering for the wedding, and it seems like it was a good choice. The food we tried started off with a pretty basic salad, with scallions, radish and feta cheese with red wine vinaigrette. Very good. Our two dishes are going to be Chicken Feta (chicken topped with feta cheese, lemon-shallot buerre blanc, scalions, olives and tomatoes) and Roast Leg of Lamb with an awesome fucking sauce. Sides are asparagus with white truffle oil, roasted garlic mashed potatoes with asiago cheese (awesome) and cheese filled tortellini milanese. I loved everything, even the asparagus. The only thing thgat sucked was that we had the tasting at 10 in the morning. My stomach wasn't too happy about having lamb that early, but I still loved it.

That night we went to see the Grudge. It was really freaky, but a good portion of the scares were very predictable. But it was very well made, and I'm glad that the same guy who directed the Japanese version directed this one. One thing bothered me though, but it was more about the audience than anything. Warning: Semi-spoiler ahead (although it's nothing too big). In the opening scene a character commits suicide by jumping from his 5th floor apartment window. The audience laughed. Now, the scene wasn't done all cheesy like, and there was nothing funny going on, so this struck me kind of odd. I couldn't decide if the audience's laughter said something about our society, or if it was nervous laughter because they were expecting to get the bejeebers scared out of them. Either way, it caught me off guard. (I wasn't the only one. Some other dude said outloud, "Why are you laughing?). So, yeah, good movie, albiet predictable.