May 8-14, 2002

May 8-14, 2002 / Vol. 18 / No. 19

American pie

As Carmelo Gagliano tells it, when his uncle opened his first pizza restaurant at the Brooklyn Shipyards 40 years ago “only Italian people knew what pizza was.” The open-air ristorante was authentic to the traditions of Sicily, traditions that are just as important to Gagliano today as he runs his two local locations of Brooklyn…

Sixteen years ago the Pet…

Sixteen years ago the Pet Shop Boys wouldn’t be doing this. Blatantly lip-synched promo appearances underlined the fact that Neil Tennant and Chris Lowe were the quintessential nontouring band … if they were a band at all. By now, however, the dour duo of seething Britishness have headlined a number of tours, three of which…

Performance anxiety

After four years of taking abuse from Orlando Sentinel publisher Martin Anderson, Bob Carr was prepared to change his mind. One of Orlando’s more popular mayors, Carr had endured a very public debate with Anderson over the placement of a 3,200-seat classical music hall. Carr wanted to build the hall in Loch Haven Park, outside…

“Survivor” tactics

A.J. was supposed to be here. Y’know, our favorite survivor, A.J. McLean, the one who waved the “alcoholism/ depression” banner in the ever-replicating storyline of the Backstreet Boys. Tellingly, “here” is a dress-up benefit for the Lisa Merlin House — a substance-abuse rehab situation for women — being held on a glamorous Saturday night at…

A big name on the short circuit

If Oprah’s book club has taught me anything, it’s to not sweat the small stuff. But for Orlando-based Stars North Films, it’s the little things, indeed — i.e., the short subjects the company grinds out like clockwork — that are keeping the operation in the public eye while bigger projects prove slow going. Stars North’s…

Size does matter

It takes big balls to tell a total stranger they have a small penis. To look at advice columnist Amy Alkon, at least the picture of her I saw on the web, she doesn’t look like she has large cojones at all. She looks like somebody you might meet at a really good party who…

Would you like fries with that?

“Splosher” parties are growing in popularity in San Francisco, attended by quasi-sexual fetishists who joyously wallow on floors and furniture, semi-nude, in gobs of mud, cream and a wide variety of foods such as soups, salads, syrups, ketchup, cakes and pies. According to a March report in SF Weekly, playfulness and lack of inhibition are…

Time to clear the air

Go outside and take a whiff. Go ahead. Grab yourself a big gulp of 02 and hold your breath. How do you feel? Well, if you live in Central Florida, you’re probably not falling down, clutching your chest and coughing spasmodically. (Lucky I didn’t ask you to turn on the tap and get a drink.…


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