Saturday, February 12, 2011

'I Need More Love'

There are good concerts, and then there are memorable ones. I've been to a fair number of concerts in my lifetime (probably close to 100 or so of all varieties -- rock, jazz, classical, blues -- but easily one of the top three concerts I've ever been in attendance of happened about six years ago. There they were: Robert Randolph and the Family Band.

I was a student at the University of Florida. I had heard of Robert Randolph and the Family Band, liked one of their songs ("I need more love"), and heard they were coming to the Alligator Rocks club. My photographer-friend was covering the concert for the local paper, and I asked her to talk to the bouncer to get me and my buddy Wes in for free. Access granted.

Alligator Rocks held maybe 100 or so comfortably, so it was a nice, intimate crowd that got, well, loud. And pumped. At that time, Robert Randolph just got selected to Rolling Stones' 100 greatest guitarist of all time (if memory serves me right, he was #97). So the concert was touted as a chance to see one of the greatest living guitarist. Boy, did we.

Robert is the first pedal steel guitarist I've ever seen live. And I think it might be difficult to find one much better. It's one thing to see a great show, and it's another to hear talented musicians. We got to do both that night. Wes and I even got to meet Robert after the concert. We were just walking to our car when we ran into him going to his tour bus. He was still coming off the high of the concert, telling us this concert was almost as good as the one he did at the Wetlands (where the band recorded a live CD). I don't remember much of the chance encounter, but I remember Robert being one of the nicest, most down-to-earth people I've met. I think he was wearing a red Sixers jersey for the concert, and Wes and I innocently asked him if he was from Philly. "Nah," he said. "I'm from Jersey."

We got his autograph, and he called me "sweetie" a few times, and that's pretty much all I remember. Oh, except we caught a glimpse of the inside of his tour bus and about five or six blondes from the concert crowd made their way in the bus...

Fast forward to today, six years later, and I got to finally see Robert Randolph and the Family Band again. They were headlining the Riverwalk Blues and Music Festival here in downtown Fort Lauderdale. I just got home from the concert. 'Twas amazing. No surprise. And, the best part was I got to meet Robert all over again. Below's some visual proof of the excitement.



Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The Bonnet House

Can you imagine staying in an un-air-conditioned place in Florida? Ugh. I've lived in Florida my entire life, and sometimes staying in an air-conditioned place still doesn't give much refuge from the heat and humidity.

But there is one un-air-conditioned place I'm happy to visit here in Fort Lauderdale. It's the Bonnet House Museum & Gardens, one of the city's neatest gems (yes, I like using the word "neat" whenever I get the chance). It's the former home of Hugh Taylor Birch's daughter Helen and son-in-law, Frederic Bartlett (and then Bartlett's second wife Evelyn).

I went to the Bonnet House this past Saturday, probably my fourth visit in two years. Truthfully, it's just as good as the first visit. What I like so much about it is the colors. Lots of beautiful primary colors on the walls and lots of interesting art pieces collected over the years by Evelyn. The courtyard is the bread and butter of the place, where colors unite and your eye can find about 89 awesome details. I fell in love with the place so quickly that it even became the backdrop for a photo shoot our magazine did for our October 2009 issues of Gold Coast and Boca Life (see below).



Visit the Bonnet House when you can. It's a great spot just to learn a little about Fort Lauderdale's history (the tours are awesome and given by really informed and caring volunteers). Just visit it before it gets too hot because, well, there ain't no air conditioning.



Monday, January 31, 2011

I eat, I see, I conquer

Sometimes I just sit back and say, "I love my job." What I do really relies on what I know in the South Florida market, and one of the big things to know is food and restaurants. I eat, I see and I conquer. As my college buddy Bryan used to say, I would dominate food. (I hold the record among my friends for eating 55 wings - to the bone, mind you - in one sitting.)

This past week I was saturated with the need to know about restaurants. I visited three South Florida restaurants with three distinct menus - Market 17, Michelle Bernstein's at The Omphoy and China Grill. I can't eat like I used to, so my domination wasn't what it used to be.

Here's my rundown of the three restaurants:

Market 17: Fresh, fresh, fresh. Its whole schtick is "farm-to-table" fresh, as if the farmers literally grab the produce and veggies straight from their terrace and deliver them right to your table.
  • the menu changes daily; whatever's delivered is what's prepared
  • portions come either in small (to share or for someone who doesn't want to dominate) or large plates
  • I'd make a recommendation, but the menu changes so I can't accurately say what I had last week would be on your menu the day you go
  • there's dining in the dark: a unique concept where you literally eat in the dark, which is said to enhance your sense of taste
(Note: I forgot to put my memory card in the camera, so sadly no blurry pictures to share of Market 17).


China Grill: For anyone who thinks Chinese food is only broccoli and noodles, you are wrong. China Grill, located at the Hilton Fort Lauderdale Marina Hotel, trumps that notion and creates dishes that are fused with Asian flavors. I used to hate sushi - I didn't like rice (I know, oxymoron: I'm Asian and I don't like rice) - but China Grill totally changed my mind.

Sushi!! Tuna napolean, sashimi, Havana rolls (with caviar!) and a kaleidoscope roll

Three types of salads (from left): caesar salad with wonton and roasted cashew, calamari salad with lime miso dressing, and Confucius salad with sesame oil vinaigrette

Four of the remaining six beef and scallion dumplings with watercress salad (don't worry, those four were devoured soon after this shot was taken)

Curry miso black cod

NY strip with a haystack of fries and szechuan sauce

Mashed potatoes with lobster (it doesn't get better than that!)

Bananas in a box (they must have known I was coming because they chose a dessert that wasn't too sweet for me... awesome)


Michelle Bernstein's at The Omphoy: If there's a reason why Michelle Bernstein's a James Beard Award winner, then it's spelled out right inside this restaurant. The chic, modern restaurant is a welcomed addition Palm Beach island's old-fashion feel.



Stacked stone crab over quinoa tabouleh over avocado and doused with smoked water

Poached octopus

What's left of my John Dory dish

Angel food cake with biscotti, whipped cream and pineapple

Monday, January 24, 2011

My Misery with Les Miserables

I saw "Les Miserables" for the first time this past Saturday at the Broward Center. It was fabulous -- except for the fact that I was in nosebleed seats and couldn't see a damn thing. I guess that's what happens when you buy tickets for a Saturday night show of a Broadway masterpiece four days before showtime. Oops!

While the mile-long distance from my seat to the stage didn't damper the appreciation for the beautiful singing and orchestral parts, I couldn't tell who was singing what! To top it off, several times throughout the show I thought different actors were Jean Valjean and couldn't tell what either one of their motives were! Ha!

I can't wait to see "Les Mis" a second time. It really was a fantastic show. I have a feeling the second time will be better -- especially since I Wikipedia-d what the plot was and now I will know what's going on! And presumably, I'll make sure to get better seats.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Lips Service

Suzanne's single days are numbered! To celebrate Suzanne's final days of freedom, on Saturday night we went to Lips, the ultra-awesome drag show venue off Oakland Park Boulevard. For all 10 of us in the party, I think it was our first time at Lips -- and I have a feeling it won't be any of our last time.

What happens at Lips, stays at Lips. Well, except for these photos of the wonderful production manager at Gulfstream Media Group looking her, er, finest.


The bachelorette with her mom (yes, her mom was a trooper and came out with us!).

Me and Jenn Tormo, another Gulfstream cohort

Our view of the drag queen burlesque show

Va-va-va-voom!!! Look at the chest on that one!

Our lovely server, J.Lo with Suzanne

Monday, January 10, 2011

Adult Swim

I got an opportunity to interview Dara Torres late in 2010, one of the nicest athletes I've spoken with... Check out the article below that I wrote. It appears in Gold Coast mag's January issue. While tooting my own horn is one thing, what really made this story were Jason Arnold's amazing photos. What a pro. We were lucky to have him for this shoot.


Inner Inertia

There must be something in the water. Something about its very nature has kept Dara Torres in it for decades. Grade-school science has taught us water is essential to life. And for Torres, it’s defined hers.

Even now, Torres can’t seem to stay out of the water. In two days she’s scheduled to meet with her coach at the Coral Springs Aquatic Complex to continue training for the 2012 Olympics in London, what would be her sixth games, a record for any athlete. She’ll be 45 years old when the games begin.

Torres can’t seem to find the right words to describe how she feels when in the pool. “I have a little bit of a relationship with the water,” Torres tries to explain. “It just feels good. I feel like I have a connection with the water when I dive into it.” A connection, definitely. A second home, possibly.

A resident of Parkland, Fla., Torres sets up shop at the Coral Springs pool. Her office is a chlorine-filled vat with 600,000 gallons of water. She wears a swimsuit to work, usually a Speedo one, size 27L. Her job description entails paddling and kicking through the billions of water molecules in front of her faster than anyone else in the other lanes and touching the end wall first. Easier said than done.

If you’re anything like the rest of us, swimming only matters to you a handful of days once every four years. For whatever reason, it’s not something most sports fans normally follow. But since the 1984 Olympics (a year before Michael Phelps was born) – where the non-swimming world met a toothy, smiley 17-year-old Torres – we’ve become captivated by the blonde athlete. And more recently, at the 2008 games in Beijing, America’s obsession exploded.

She made waves qualifying for the U.S. squad at 41 years old. It was her fifth Olympics. Oh, and she just had a baby a couple years earlier.

She anchored the women’s 4x100 freestyle relay, earning the U.S. a team silver. Seven days later, she won two additional silver medals, one in the 4x100 medley relay and another in the 50 freestyle, where she missed out on gold by a mere 0.01 seconds. One-hundredth of a second – the time it takes for lightning to strike, one-thirtieth of the time it takes your eyes to blink – was what stood between Torres and Olympic immortality. In second place, Torres was sandwiched in between gold and bronze medals winners (ages 24 and 16, respectively) whose combined times on earth didn’t even equal Torres’ 41.






Technically speaking, Torres is a freak of nature. A freak. At 43 years old, she shouldn’t be doing what she’s doing now. She shouldn’t be competing at the level she is, her body shouldn’t be as rock hard as it is after having a baby, and her competitive drive should have long been satiated after winning 12 Olympic medals.

Chiseled, defined and cast in pure muscle, Torres suddenly has become the poster child of peek performance and durability. At 5 feet 11 inches, Torres’ long, lean, muscular frame is something only Michelango could have sculpted. When in the water, she’s as close to a human torpedo as physically possible. Lucky for us, she’s sharing her secrets and has authored two books on keeping fit, Age is Just a Number and Gold Medal Fitness.

“I remember thinking when my mom turned 40 that that was so old,” Torres says. “She didn’t look old or anything, but 40 was just so old to me then. Now that I’m a few years over 40, I really do think age is just a number.”

It’s unfair to compare athletes in different sports; one sport’s physical demands can be vastly different than another sport’s. But let’s point out some facts. Michael Jordan’s third and final retirement from professional basketball came at 40 years old. Wayne Gretzky retired from the NHL at 38. Jerry Rice played his last NFL game when he was 42. Tennis darling Chris Evert retired at 34. And with each of them, none bore a child during his or her playing career. Torres, though, is still churning her body and competing at the highest levels well into her 40s, child in tow.

Torres is the first person to admit she has to work at staying in peak condition. As fit as her body appears on the outside, it’s due to the hard work she puts to making the inside of it healthy. She refrains from drinking alcohol and staffs an arsenal of fitness experts that include a swim coach, a sprint coach, a strength coach, two masseuses, a chiropractor and two stretchers. Her stretchers utilize a form of resistance stretching called Ki-Hara that works the core and takes a person’s own resistance to strengthen and elongate their muscles.

Thankfully, Torres has chosen to compete in a sport that’s low impact and isn’t too harsh on the joints. But there’s no doubt Torres’ age has affected things. She admits to recovering a lot slower than when she was younger, and she needs more rest in between workouts. But she’s in tune with her body, using products like Fitness Nutrition supplements’ Gold Medal Aminos to rebound quickly and safely.

Torres grew up in Southern California, the fifth of six children to Spanish-born Edward Torres, a real estate investor, and Marylu Kauder, a model. She started swimming after tagging along with her older brothers to their YMCA swim practice when she was 7. And if age really is just a number, Torres should remember the number 15, the age she was when she first broke the world record in the 50 freestyle, clocking in at 25.69 seconds, an entire tenth of a second faster than the previous record. The record has since been broken over and over again (twice by Torres herself), and it’s no surprise Torres is on the hunt to break it once more.


Swimming is a funny sport. What separates one swimmer from another can be so little, so minute. Sprint swimming is even funnier. Swimmers spend months practicing and countless hours training in the pool and the gym, and for the elite it’s all over in about 25 seconds.

Torres is the personification of inertia. Her life is built around speed. From competitive swimming to her hobby of car racing to beating out her siblings on calling Mom first on her birthday, Torres is constantly in a state of motion (and when she’s resting, she’s constantly resting, known to sleep between 8 and 10 hours a day). Today she’s being interviewed, in two days she’ll be training at 7:30 in the morning, then hop on a flight to Toronto, and in a week’s time she will be in Jordan.

She’s gone into retirement twice before – missing out on the 1996 and 2004 Olympics – and just didn’t like it. When she’s not swimming, Torres’ telecommunications degree comes in handy as she often reports for various television programs. “I feel like the only time I can relax is when I go to sleep,” she says. “It feels like I’m always doing something. That’s my life, and I don’t think I’d want it to be different.”

But for her, no matter how busy Torres is, she makes it clear 4-year-old Tessa Grace comes first. Named after Rachel Weisz’ character in the 2005 film “The Constant Gardner,” it’s fair to say Tessa has stolen her mother’s heart. “My daughter, the minute she was born, was the most important thing in my life,” Torres says. “Next, I’m an athlete, and everything else follows that.”

A single mother (Tessa’s father and Torres’ former partner is Dr. David Hoffman, who remains close to the family), Torres finds she’s away from her daughter more often than she prefers. Neither Mom nor Tessa likes that very much (“I tell her I have to work to buy her presents,” Torres offers. “She just says, ‘OK.’”).

Today Tessa’s a little sick, a little sniffly, and is staying home from school. It gives Torres some unexpected time to spend with her daughter. Save for the scheduled interview, feeding their dog Radcliffe, and a few other errands, mom and daughter can have some quality time together.

Invariably the water will come calling Torres again, and she’ll have to pull herself away from Tessa to train. Priorities have changed since having Tessa, but there is one constant. It’s easy to blame the water, the solvent, silky environment Torres spends most her days in. But really, the constant is Torres herself. There must be something in her.



Wednesday, December 29, 2010

My Interview With Venus Williams

So I'm a journalist. Or at least I pretend to be. The type of writing I like doing is of the investigative type: investigating the personality of a person. I find the most interesting parts of people tend not to be about their stats, accolades or feats, but instead of how they laugh, how they interpret life, how they react to what I'm saying. Those are the moments I live for, the meats to the bones of my writing.

A little more than three weeks ago I got to interview Venus Williams. The mega-star athlete is, not surprisingly, a South Florida resident, Palm Beach Gardens to be specific. I absolutely love tennis, and I've followed her ever since she was a beaded-hair teen blazing onto the scene. Needless to say, I was pretty pumped for the interview.

I got 20 minutes, all on the phone, with her publicist hanging to every word of the conversation.

People ask me how the interview was. I'm truthful. It was OK. Venus was nice, succinct with her answers, exactly how she is on TV. She laughs a lot; she jokes, too. Without giving away too much away of the interview, she gives off the impression that she doesn't take herself too seriously and wants to be relatable.

When I tell people my interview with her was OK, the reaction is usually "That's it?! Just OK?" Yeah, I respond. In my head, I wonder all the time what I could have done differently to make the interview better. My boyfriend joked around that I should have asked more questions about little sister Serena. Not personally knowing Venus, I'm not sure I got the "real" Venus. Answers were, as I mentioned, succinct. There really was no elaborating nor strong character building. I've covered and watched tennis enough to know that the Venus Williams I got was the same Venus Williams that every other reporter gets. Even Bryant Gumbel when he interviewed her for his TV show "Real Sports with Bryant Gumbel."

Still, I've been kicking myself over what different questions I could have asked, what different interviewing techniques I could have employed. I teach young journalists all the time that they are conductors of their interviews and if it goes well, it's because of them. Conversely, if it goes poor, it's because of the interviewer as well. I teach these young'ins that it's their job to make the interview go smoothly and to get the subject to spill the beans. And now, I feel like such a hypocrite that I may have failed on my own advice.

My publisher keeps telling me "writing is thinking." Interviewing is thinking, too. The best interviewers make it look easy, effortless. For example, I'm really digging Tavis Smiley's interviewing skills these days. He asks such good questions and he does it in such a well-intentioned manner that's full of genuine interest. I've been fortunate to interview hundreds of people in my life (wow, I'm getting old!), and a couple dozen of those folks have been celebrities at or near Venus' stature. At times, interviewing really becomes second nature to me. It's like being an athlete: I heard that when Tiger Woods is "on" his golf game, the hole looks as big as a paint bucket. Same thing happens when you're interviewing someone -- questions and the delivery of them come with such ease and intrinsic interest. When I'm on, I'm on. I'm not going to say I was off when interviewing Venus (I'm too cocky to ever say I'm off), but I also can't say that I was on.

But in truth, after having more than three weeks to reflect, it's hard to pinpoint what I would have exactly changed. Maybe I should have demanded a face-to-face interview. Or requested the publicist get off the line. Either way, I didn't do any of that. And that's a lesson I'm going to insist I follow during my next interviews.