Chow, Baby and its dates (yes, plural it’s trying to be efficient) were divided on the margherita pizza (10″, $9.50): The crust was soggy, but the sauce of crushed, marinated tomatoes was wonderful.

But Cole is as sincere as Perseus, though without all the agonizing, and indeed with his help we racked up (hyperbole alert) a meal worthy of demi-gods.įrom the battered-and-fried category, the trio of flavorful crab, spinach, and artichoke dumplings ($8.50) were tempura-battered, not a bit greasy, and well matched with a marinara-Boursin cheese dip. It’s a common waiter shtick to dis one or two menu items while praising others as “my personal favorite” to show that he’s aligned on your side against, I don’t know, evil chain management that wants you to eat lousy food for its own nefarious purposes. Well, maybe that and the 3-D effects - for instance, a rope hanging practically in front of your face! for no apparent reason.īut that’s OK, because Chow, Baby goes to Movie Tavern for the food and in no small part for the jovial (Get it? Jovial, from Jove, Roman equivalent of Zeus, a leading character in this movie? Never mind.) helpfulness of crush-worthy waiter Cole. Unfortunately, other than the beauteous Alexa Davalos as Andromeda, by far the best part of Clash of the Titans ($10) was the quintet of tipsy conventioneers in the next row shouting “ Release the Kraken!” every five minutes or so. Choosing among the six films showing at the West 7th Movie Tavern (2872 Crockett St.) was fairly easy, as only one featured a cast member that Chow, Baby currently has a crush on.

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