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­it’s 7:30 at the House of Bromance by Lincoln and Washington in University Heights. Childhood friends from Massachusetts Ian and Patrick moved into the second-story house about six months ago, stoked on the large windows and colonial architecture. Five pies steam on the table now, and maybe eight of us mill around sipping summer brews. Ian, a pastry chef at the Linkery in North Park, prepared a Canadian pork pie, an asparagus quiche, a blueberry pie, a Marlborough pie, and a strawberry-and-cherry dessert quiche. Katie and I add a banana cream pie to the ­spread.

Local poet Adam, who ­hasn’t had a whole lot to drink in one sitting in over a decade, explains his newfound interest in absinthe. Everyone knows that booze is the quickest and most reliable way to invoke the muse. Adam found compromise between temperance and efficiency in a $60 bottle of Lucid, which he swirls in the traditional absinthe glass with sugar and water. ­He’s heard that the hallucination thing is a myth but ­hasn’t taken enough to test the theory, ­yet.

Mickey arrives with a vegan pot pie and two chocolate tarts with homemade strawberry sauce. Sammu shows up 20 minutes later. “How are you, baldy?” he asks Jason in Spanish. “Bien, flaco,” Jason says. We have 9 pies among 14 people. We eat too much and talk about ­what’s new. ­Ian’s been racing at the velodrome, ­Andrea’s hand has recovered from a trip through a dough roller, and Sammu has a line as an extra in a ­movie.

My makeshift meringue pools up like glue on the corners of the banana cream pie, so we take it out back and blow it up with a generous splash of absinthe. Everyone howls and sings as the confection flambés in the moonlight. The hooch adds an invigorating fennel and anise edge to the otherwise traditional ­pastry.

Sammu asks ­what’s in it, mijo? I tell him, “Milk, flour, eggs, sugar. Bananas.” “Tenderness,” says Katie. “Cares, affection. Blood, sweat, and tears,” Ian adds, and then, “Hey, ­you’re eating an entire lobe of that heart,” referring to the pot pie, which is in a heart-shaped dish. We end up discussing head cheese — how I ­don’t think I could stomach it, how a good head cheese contains little chunks of head meat which I ­shouldn’t find intimidating, how they serve it with whole pig snout in Little ­Italy.

Sammu polishes off his fourth piece of pie and tells us about the movie he is in. “I ­don’t know the name of the movie. They ­don’t tell us anything about it,” he says in his deep ­storyteller’s voice and Uruguayan accent. “I know ­I’m working with Sarah something, who is supposed to be very ­famous.”

We all congregate around the sofas for a photo and Sammu, who is taking the picture, asks Ian, “¿Porque la cara del culo?” (Why the assface?) Everyone laughs and he snaps the ­photo.

In the kitchen, Adam pours me a glass of absinthe and relates his recent service to the community and justice with three days of jury duty — the magic of a Miami Vice defense attorney, frozen yogurt lunch breaks, flawed evidence. The topic shifts to triathlons, agro jock surfers, and the consensual fear of deep water. ­”It’s not the real shit ­I’m worried about,” Ian says. ­”It’s the crypto-zoological holdover sea monster that ­shouldn’t be there, in 20 feet of ­water.”

Eventually, the people dwindle and only a few sweet slices remain. Write 3.14 on a piece of paper. Hold it up to a mirror. ­Read. ■

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CuddleFish May 19, 2010 @ 12:55 p.m.

Say hello to Adam for us! I saw him in the jurors' lounge!

We miss him, and Stella. :)


antigeekess May 19, 2010 @ 11:32 p.m.

What's this? Our dear MIA Adam and Cuddle on jury duty together?

Do tell.



CuddleFish May 19, 2010 @ 11:55 p.m.

Of all the jurors' days in all the year he had to walk into mine.

We'll always have Stella. :(


SDaniels May 20, 2010 @ 12:51 a.m.

Well, shall there be a CF/Adam connection on a jury?


SDaniels May 20, 2010 @ 12:52 a.m.

Oh and PS: If you do see Adam, tell him Mica wrote a whole blog in response to Stella's, with not so much as a meow out of her in return! :)


Origami_Astronaught May 20, 2010 @ 6:27 p.m.

I'll pass on the message and with any luck you'll have an absinthe inspired response from Stella in no time.


CuddleFish May 20, 2010 @ 6:45 p.m.

Maybe Stella can tell us about Adam's jury duty from her perspective. I know my cats have their own form of justice.


antigeekess May 20, 2010 @ 7 p.m.

"I know my cats have their own form of justice."

Truedat (said this cat). Cats are the original vigilantes. They could teach the CIA a thing or two about covert operations.

Some people call it passive-aggressive. I call it "Stealthy Justice." Oh yeah.



Joe Poutous May 25, 2010 @ 12:59 p.m.

"House of Bromance"

Thats Funny! - Joe


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