vip in the city

A case of Russian

Having missed last week’s class, it was up to me to review on my own some of the materials we covered last Wednesday.

In Russian, the instrumental case (tvorítel’nyj padézh) is used to mark the means by which an action is done. The “instrument” can be a physical entity (“by car,” “with friends” or “with a pen“) or more abstract (“with enthusiasm“). It is also used to denote spatial relationships (behind, between, under), a time during which an action occurs (“in the evenings“), a change of state or status (“After eating all those apricots, I became ill“), or to emphasize a profession (“She works as a doctor.”) All this I ascertained from the supplemental Russian study guide I ordered through Amazon.com this week. Because the topic wasn’t covered in the textbook  we’re using for the course. Yes, this class is proving to be quite a challenge.

Someday… I want to read Tolstoy in the original Russian.

“The aim of an artist is not to decide a question indisputably, but to compel us to love life in all its countless, inexhaustible manifestations.”

– Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy (1865)

MOVE FOR AIDS at Public

On Tuesday night, M and I attended Public and AvroKO’s preview showcase of acclaimed Australian photographer (and yoga enthusiast) James Houston’s latest artistic endeavor: MOVE FOR AIDS — for which Houston brought together over fifty of America’s leading dancers in a photography essay created to raise awareness and funds for AIDS charities.

The project incorporates the MOVE FOR AIDS book, published by DUMBO-based powerHouse Books (it’s Houston’s fourth, and the result of a collaboration with design house Hugo Boss), photographic exhibitions, a special documentary on the shooting of MOVE, and dance performances by some of the world’s leading dance companies to launch the project around the world. Houston will be donating all author royalties from book sales of MOVE FOR AIDS  to DRA (Dancers Responding to AIDS).

Houston’s background as a sculptor is evident in his shaping of the dancers’ sinewy forms — some of which may not be SFW. The full exhibition will be on view at Manhattan’s MILK Gallery from October 24 to October 29, 2006. After the New York launch, MOVE FOR AIDS will continue on to London to benefit the Elton John AIDS Foundation, and then to Australia to coincide with World AIDS Awareness Week. The exhibition preview was held in the brightly lit jewelbox gallery adjacent to the restaurant, and this night the overflow of attendees lined up along the restaurant’s entrance staircase and spilled out to the sidewalk in front.

M and I snaked our way in through the room and after touring the small selection of photographs on display (which took all of ten minutes), we took our glasses of Shiraz inside the dining room for dinner. The terrace facing Elizabeth Street, where we were seated last time, was closed off on this brisk night.

Amuse-bouche, which has been described as “little bites of food to amuse the mouth, invigorate the palate, and whet the appetite.” Indeed! Soft-cooked quail egg, atop an eel cabbage slaw.

New Zealand snapper on wasabi-boniato mash with poached conch, pickled ginger, and yao choy:

Our meal was accompanied by a fine pinot noir, and finished off with Public’s ultra-rich, ultra-dense chocolate fudge cake, served with a stick of salty, sweet peanut brittle and a scoop of Guinness ice cream. M is still waiting for her favorite “Hokey pokey ice cream with a ginger snap” to make its return to the dinner menu. (Currently only available for brunch.)

Comforting to know that even after she defected to the other side of the river, my (lesbian) friend can still make time for us New Yorkers… even as she tries to recruit a select few over to the Garden State.

Skyway pearl noodles

Columbus Day! Controversy continues to surround this holiday, which is, in essence, a celebration of imperialist conquest. For now, though, I have the day off from work.

I scheduled an appointment with Tony, my latest hairdresser, and manager of a shop on Pell Street, a.k.a. Haircut Street. Does anyone other than the NYC guidebooks ever actually refer to it as such? (I don’t think so.) As usual, I was convinced into cutting my hair somewhat shorter than I had planned, but in the end, things worked out well enough. I don’t actually spend a lot of time thinking about my hair anyway.

I do spend quite a bit of time thinking about food, though, and earlier in the day, knowing that I was going to be in the neighborhood, I was already planning out what I would have for dinner. Beef noodle soup again? I do love them, but it seemed a bit much. Then I remembered a newish Malaysian place I had read about on the foodie boards — one, in fact, not too far from Super Taste.

So it was back past the Manhattan Bridge for me, along the gritty section of Canal Street. Here, at Canal and Bowery: the bronze-domed Citizen’s Savings Bank building (1924), now a branch of HSBC:

The restaurant is called Skyway, and it opened in the former site of another Malaysian Restaurant (now defunct Proton Saga) on the Chinatown/Lower East Side border off-Canal Street on Allen. It is named after the modernistic cable car system that opened in 1997, linking Malaysia’s Pahang lowlands with the Genting highlands resort. Seemingly odd inspiration for a restaurant, but hey, its predecessor was named for a car, after all.

Last year, the restaurant received a glowing review from the Village Voice’s Robert Sietsema. He dubbed the Fried Pearl Noodles “earthworms”-like in appearance, but “scrumptuous.” And Chowhounds agree that this unassuming, off-the-beaten path eatery serves up some of the best Malaysian fare in the city, at extremely gentle prices.

Creepy worm imagery notwithstanding, those noodles ($5.25) seemed as good a starting point as any. And they were as wonderful as advertised: plump and slightly chewy (in a good way), and thick with fried egg, squid, pork, shrimp, bean spouts, scallions and fried garlic flakes. Not being all that familiar with Malaysian food, I understand that the provenance of the dishes can vary widely: originating from several regions of Malaysia — from the more Thai-influenced west to the more Chinese-influenced east. Skyway’s menu appears to lean more heavily toward the Chinese end of the cuisine spectrum — and indeed you could just order a straightforward Chinese meal here — but the “traditional” Malaysian offerings (as I know them) are all represented, too: roti, satay, nasi lemak (“fatty rice” cooked in coconut milk, served with an array of accompaniments, like mashed chili anchovies, Malaysian pickle, fried egg and peanuts), asam laksa (asam = sweet, spicy and sour; laksa denotes a soup noodle-base, often spicy) and chili crab. Mmm… crab. Of note is the last (which by most accounts, is worth the relatively hefty $25 price tag), a baby oyster omelette and a spicy, crispy squid appetizer.

This night, though, I had only the stomach capacity for those noodles (and even then only half the dish) and a “Malaysian iced coffee” — which was potent, sweet and creamy, and served snow-cone like with a mound of shaved ice. Skyway also serves a wide variety of fruit juices: orange, watermelon, pineapple, carrot, lychee, rambutan, sooi pooi (sour plum), longan and coconut.

I really must gather a larger group of friends together to get a proper sampling of this food, but so far, it all looks — and smells — very promising. The restaurant even has its own semi-private, bamboo-walled off table for just such a purpose. Who’s in?

Bonus photo feature: a shot I took as I was riding the skyway for which the restaurant is named. Back in late 2004, I rode those very cable cars, up… up… up… the steep, misty mountains to Genting, City of Entertainment. The system has been described as the “fastest in the world and longest in Southeast Asia”: the 2.1 mile journey takes just 11 minutes… interspersed, for me anyway, with 20-30 second intervals of sheer terror as the cars would creak and swing precariously over every pylon. But what a view!

Edited to add : The Village Voice’s Best of NYC 2006 issue just named Skyway most “Marvelous Malaysian.” (Super Taste still holds the title for “World Best Noodles,” though.)