The newly reimagined Dragonfly officially reopens tomorrow with a flavor-packed menu of pan-Asian cuisine.
Partners Jeff Allison and Adam Waldbaum have been using the past few days to show off the changes to family, friends and media. We stopped in last night for a small private reception and were impressed by what we saw and tasted.
Located next door to Allison's Garage, a casual Ohio City bar, Dragonfly is a warm, intimate, and sophisticated space that blends old red brick with contemporary lighting to great effect. Nonetheless, it has struggled since its 2010 opening to find its niche. While its retro menu of handcrafted cocktails has been a hit, the food part of the equation hasn't quite added up.
Yes, they're really going to play a baseball game on that field tomorrow. Bring out the leaf blowers! Surely
Progressive Field Jacobs Field will be ready.
The Cleveland Fed reports that it's not just established businesses that are hurting from the recession, it's also start-ups, which makes sense.
A recent report on entrepreneurship pegs population-adjusted business stats that show, A) The number began falling before the official onset of the recession, and B) A fall-off-the-cliff dive in recent years.
The New York Times passes on notes from the report's author, Scott Shane, who says, "68,490 more businesses closed in 2009 than in 2007, an 11.6 percent increase in the business closure rate. But in 2009, 115,795 fewer employer businesses were founded than in 2007, a 17.3 percent decline in firm formation."
We tend to think Chris Bosh looks like an alien, but not as alien-like as Sam Cassell. Austin Carr thinks the Heat center looks like someone else — RuPaul.
Here's audio/video from Tuesday night's Cavs/Heat game with Carr's quip.
'IM 5OBER.' Nice. Real?
If you zoom in close enough, it looks like the 'R' might be handwritten/painted on the license plate, but we can't tell. Actually, if someone got 'IM 5OBE' from the BMV knowing the sphincters would have vetoed the full 'IM 5OBER,' and just added the 'R' on themselves, that's brilliant. But probably illegal.
That will conclude our coverage of vanity Ohio license plates for the day.
Construction began in earnest Wednesday on the new Inner Belt Bridge. Crews are pounding I-beams deep into the bedrock to form the foundation for the $287.4 million project.
If you didn't notice already, you probably will soon. It's going to be... um... noisy.
Ohio Department of Transportation spokeswoman Jocelynn Clemings told the PD, "It will be like elevator music, in the background," which is a nice way of saying that there will be incessant pounding during normal waking hours, but at least there's no trip to the dentist at the end of the ride.
ODOT, overseeing the project, warned this week that the pile driving will be "persistent and rhythmic, oftentimes loud. ... Vibrations may be felt across the river valley and surrounding area."
The pounding will take place from about 7 a.m. until 5:30 p.m., five to six days a week. Crews put down a bed of large timbers for the pile-driving crane, so it wouldn't damage underground utilities or tear into the ground during operation.
The "elevator music" of construction, it should be noted, is still preferable to listening to Michael Bolton.
Offering mostly nostalgia for longtime fans, Queens of the Stone Age revisited their entire self-titled debut album, and at least one track from each of their subsequent releases, for a sold-out crowd at House of Blues last night.
The band came out five deep, led by their founder and only original member, Josh Homme. They played straight through the 1998 release from the first track to the last, varying the order a little to throw in “The Bronze” before breaking.
With three guitarists, and Joey Castillo pounding super deep sounds out of his kit, the overall presentation was powerful. The strength was most noticeable during “Hispanic Impressions,” on which Homme and bassist Michael Shuman play together before Troy Van Leeuwen and Dean Fertita join in on guitar, adding noticeable muscle.
Strangely, there were no rearrangements; just the album, from the first track to the last, plain and simple — nothing that brought a fresh perspective from a band reconnecting with songs 13 years old.
Homme’s character was more or less center stage, and he took time in between songs to ask how everyone was doing and make sure the guy in the front row wasn’t dying. “Get him some mashed potatoes,” he said to help the woozy fan. “Just get him some water and rub his back or something.”
After the first encore touched on hits from the remaining QOTSA albums, the band showed further commitment to the packed audience, popping back out a second time, playing “A Song for the Dead” for a woman whom Homme admitted had the same name as the first girl he ever slept with, capping off an entertaining night of nostalgia. —Adam Burroughs