0l)r Sail}} (Far lirrl
Saladelia Offers Light Mediterranean Cuisine
BY JILL SANTOPIETRO
STAFF WRITER
I know that “salad” is not an inherently
Greek word, so I guess “delia” must be.
That’s my five cent explanation for the
plethora of delicious Mediterranean ac
cented food to be found within a stone’s
throw of campus.
I was not previously aware of Chapel
Hill as a major mecca of mouthwatering
Middle Eastern delight. 1 knew that
Mariakakis was supposedly great, but
hardly convenient when an overwhelming
hunger pang struck while in the fitting
room at the Gap.
So, in order to discover the epicurean
treasures of the comer of Franklin and
Columbia, I rounded up three fellow eaters
and marched on Saladelia, the modestly
named purveyor of sensory delight, right
next door to Healthy Bite and across from
the Young Republican club, er, I mean
Spanky’s....
Without a conscious bombardment of
caloric measures, Saladelia offers a light
fare, showcasing Mediterranean delights
such as falafel, tabouleh, hummus and
gyros. (“It’s a hero with a g and a y,” said
Karl, proving that grammar and dinner
always compliment each other.) We or
dered from the complete menu which pro
vides for all vegetarians and carnivores
alike.
As we waited for our dinner, we took
Springtime at
UNC: A Hitch
Hiker’s Guide
Ah yes! Spring in North Carolina. The
time of year when flowers start to
bloom, tihe birds start to sing, and
surprise snowstorms sweep in to kill it all.
It’s the time of year when it becomes hard
to pay attention to one thing for very long.
So in keeping with the theme, I offer some
random comments on our changing times.
1. Have you noticed that people spend a
really long time worrying about what to
call things instead of doing something about
them? It’s not “voting,” it’s using your
“constitutional
electoral selective
processing
rights.” It’s not
the “Southern
Part of Heaven,”
it’sthe “Northern
Part of Hell.” It’s
not a “baseball
strike,” it’sa “na
tional pastime
negotiation ex
tension.” It’s not
|p|#!
ANTHONY KING I
RUNNING ON ICE
“Outland,” it’s “Outback.”
2. A little poem for our friends at Duke:
Well my friends, it’s been a long season
And I’ll tell you now, it’s for more than
one reason.
You can’t beat a team in the ACC
Except for those wimpy bumble-bees.
Cherokee Parks, you get beaten at cen
ter.
Cause you’re missing Coach K; your
coach and your mentor.
Chris Collins, you seem mediocre at
best.
And Greg Newton, well you cheated on
a test.
If you ever win, I’ll swear that you
bought it
Unless you get rid of that horrid Pete
Gaudet.
So good luck in the tournament play-in
game
Having to beat you just isn’t the same.
C. You know, if O.J. wanted to get off
for murdering his ex-wife and that other
guy (and isn’t the media giving HIM the
shaft?), he should have had somebody vid
eotape him doing it. I mean, it worked for
the cops. Allegedly.
4. Isn’t it horrible that neither Dan
Quayle or Newt Gingrich is running for
President in '96? Who are we gonna make
fun of?
V. They don’t allow sex and violence
on television, but it still gets in there. Just
look at some of the sexually tilted names of
past popular shows:
“Small Wonder,” “Who’s the Boss?”
“Just the Ten of Us,” and “Matlock."
It’s disgusting. Unfortunately, my per
sonal letter writing campaign to the FCC
didn’t work. Oh well, it doesn’t matter.
I’ve moved on to try ing to get somebody
to alphabetize the books of the Bible so
they’re easier to find. There’s not much
interest, but I’m working on it.
Don’t you think that guy in the picture
kinda looks like Bob Saget?
Romano’s Pizza Kitchen
9izza JJade ‘from Scratch
Serving...
Chicken Baskets,
Burgers,
Italian Dishes
& Pizza
WE NOW TAKE
CREDIT CARDS!
urns pn
Fast, Friendly FREE Delivery!
929-5005 Open lunch and dinner
in the atmosphere- plants, plants, mirrors
and plants. Greenness cascades down the
side wall and lurks in the comers. The
wooden tables and chairs are homey and
cute and the counter stools feature veg
etables, no doubt lovingly hand painted by
some craftsman in Amish country. The
music was faint and forties-swing-kinda
stuff. “It’s very James Bondish,” Karl ob
served.
The walls were covered in framed veg
etable prints, doubtlessly a form of sub
liminal brainwashing to all wayward veg
etable haters.
In a curious twist, interspersed with the
Peruvian-style wall hanging and the little
wooden village on one wall, there were
large works of art rendered in black and
white and featuring some human forms in
very odd poses. If anyone can identify the
actions being performed in the strange
drawings, I suggest you see a counselor
very promptly...
The food itself garnered little com
plaint and was nicely presented in baskets
with little nuclear yellow bags of chips.
The baskets themselves were the main com
plaint, as the food tended to get a little
messy at times. “It’s the baskets,” said
Ross. “Basketsmakeitmessybecausethey
suck. You can’t push anything to the side. ”
The edibles got good reviews from all
present and not. Mike., the musician un
able to make our dinner and Meg, our
grilled cheese expert, gave two thumbs up
Eurotrash Trend Heats Up in U.S.
BY CARTER S. DOUGHERTY
SPECIAL TO THE DTH
In the song “Eurotrash Girl,” David
Lowery of the rock group Cracker sings a
bluesy tune detailing one man’s search for
love: he’s looking for his angel in black.
Convinced that she will not be found in the
United States, Lowry scours the Old World:
from Paris to Berlin, via Spain, Greece,
Italy, and Holland.
He is robbed, runs out of money, sleeps
in a park and gets a tattoo. In the end, he
comes up empty. No angel in black. Noth
ing. Zilch.
This poor slob’s mistake, as Lowery
knows, was going to Europe in the first
place. The image of the sophisticated and
erudite European woman who rolls her
own cigarettes and gulps espresso is pure
Americana, a stereotype if there ever was
one.
You will find more Eurotrash Girls (and
Boys) in the United States than you ever
will in Europe. We have constructed our
model Europeans with only the most care
less concern for the diversity of Europe
itself.
This image of Europe and Europeans is
invading popular culture faster that you
can say “cappucino, please.” “Saturday
Night Live” always manages to satirize
any trend just as it gets going, and this one
was no exception. Mike Meyers offered up
the wickedly funny Dieter, the black-clad
German host of the dance show Sprockets.
lijUSw Your Loca l Mobil
DJ Service
Music To Suit Any Taste
* Special Weekday Carolina Rates*
Phone or fax 479-8140
Planned ■ annual physicals for
women and men
Parenthood. ■ infection checks
We understand ■ birth control
your needs. ■ HIV testing and
J counseling
Two clinics to serve you: ■ cancer screening
call for an appointment: „ confldentjalil
942-7762 ;
93 S. Elliott Road, Chapel Hill U affordable tees
286-2872 ® special student rates
820 Broad Street, Durham ■ female clinicians
(QJPhnned Parenthood™
||^of Orange and Durham Counties, Inc.
University Square Chapel Hill 967-8935
NVHSMMS
<§>
EATING ON
THE HILL
to the hummus plate. Meg also felt that her
grilled cheese had reached that mythical
perfect stage on the toast continuum. “It’s
really crispy, but not burned,” she pro
nounced.
Ross raved about the falafel, “This may
be the best falafel I’ve ever had!” and Karl
solemnly stated, “The real vegetables and
un-shredded lamb are a good idea. These
gyros rival the ones in Raleigh.” (appar
ently Raleigh is quite a gyro town...)
My own vegetable pocket, basically a
salad in a pita, was full of very nice veg
etables, but could have used more cheese.
Dieter spoke with the laughable authority
of a highbrow cultural critic and danced
what appeared to be a spastic interpreta
tion of some obscure piece of existentialist
philosophy.
As do many SNL skits, this one laid
bare the absurdity of a stereotype by taking
it to ridiculous lengths —and made us
laugh to boot.
Lots of things have come to have Euro
pean overtones since Dieter strutted across
late-night Saturday television. Look down
and you’re bound to see a pair of Doc
Martens pounding the pavement round
these parts.
To be fair, DM's are British. But let’s
get real —Does anyone really believe this is
the typical European shoe?! Some people
think berets are the perfect European head
gear, but I’m not so sure.
To me, they conjure up images ofhokey
American tourists trotting around Paris.
Of course, you can always take to rolling
your own cigarettes. Here we’re getting
closer: in some European countries, close
to half the adult population smokes. But
most of them stick to the basic filter ciga
rette, and they don’t strike a model’s pose
when they exhale.
More recently, Infiniti has decided to
bombard us with stereotypes designed to
sell cars. They never utter the word Euro
pean, but just look at the commercials!
The host is a smooth-talking guy with a
British accent whose wardrobe apparently
includes only black blazers and turtlenecks.
Saladelia
FOOD: ill 1/2
SERVICE: JE W JE
ATMOSPHERE: 111
PRICE RANGE: About $5.50 for a
sandwich and drink.
LOCATION: Columbia Street
PHONE: 932-1020
Thumbs up to the dressing on the side idea,
which helped to make the pita less soggy
overall.
Saladelia is definitely a fun place to go
and their cookies are delicious, although
their other desserts can be a bit expensive.
They have a very unusual and extensive
tea list, and were featuring cream of as
paragus soup, which is an eccentric taste
choice.
Overall, a fun place to catch a good bite
to eat, especially if you have that yen for
the salty air and crystal blue waters of the
Mediterranean.
Behind him is the sleek and silvery Infiniti
GT, which looks like it ought to have a
built-in espresso machine. The unspoken
(and ridiculous) message is crystal clear: if
you can’t be a sophisticated European,
owning this Japanese car is the next best
thing.
As the Eurotrash trend heated up, I
started to notice angels in black of both
sexes all over the place. All this dovetailed
nicely with the explosion in the number of
cafes and espresso bars in this country.
Happily enough, here in Chapel Hill, a few
well-heeled investors were nice enough to
open a Eurotrash flashpoint. Besides serv
ing up the best (and strongest) cup of coffee
in town, Caffetrio offers Tar Heels the
chance to slouch over a table with a ciga
rette and the collected interviews ofMichel
Foucault. In the back, it’s so smoky, you
sometimes lose sight of the main entrance.
Just don’t lose sight of the fact that you’re
not in Europe.
The misguided individual who jets off
to Paris or Berlin expecting to find legions
of black-wearing, philosophy-discussing,
coffee-drinking sophisticates is in for a
shock. It’s one of those stereotypes you
really should leave in the United States or
risk extreme disappointment.
The best slice of Europe is full o r people
of all shapes and sizes, representing (and
dressing in) every color of the rainbow. If
you don’t believe me, fill out an applica
tion at the Study Abroad Office and go see
for yourself.
& Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill
present The Triangle premiere of
■ TOMMY
LEE
JONES
a Rim Based on ai Sunup’s COBB:ABiography ,
published by ALGONQUIN BOOKS of Chapel Hill
- remarks by Editor ROBERT RUBIN
- door prizes courtesy of ALGONQUIN
FRIDAY
7:00, 9:30, weekends 2:00, 4:30 MARCH 3, 7:00
PULP FICTION ”
~Tt iple ww
Nationsßank Plaza ' 967-8284
136 E. Rosemary St.
The Quick and the Dead 1
Nightly at 7:00 • 9:30 (R)
Sat. & Sun. Matinee 2:00 • 4:30 .
■■■■! i " i
Just Cause (R)
no pass, no coupon movie
Nightly at 7:15*9:45
r Heavy Weights *
(PG)
Nightly at 7:00 *9:15
Sat & Sun Matinee 2:00*4:15 ,
Matinees on Weekends Only
lEEASTERN FEDEFIALTHEATRES I
ima s3^so
I ELLIOTT RD at E. FFtANKLIN I oFF L nRF°BPU
■ 967-4737 | BEFORE 6PM
B STEREO SOUND-ALL AUDTrORIUMS"
I quiz show nil.
ItSwauThg BEAD Si,,,
I BOYS ON THE SIDE
ktUMMSHMIg $3 so
WEAVER DAIRY at AIRPORT RD ncmoc C d
CHAPEL HILL 933-8600 |
f STEREO SOUND-ALL AUDITORIUMS
THE HUNTED fen
"billy MADISON KffimsS
THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION! 1 ° L L
THE BRADY BUNCH MOVIE ® HU
THE LAST SEDUCTION
HOOP DREAMS EEa J
‘Fermata’ a Novel-Sized
Short Story of a Voyeur
There is no one who has not, at one time
or another, wished for time to stop so that
they could fix their lives. The exam where
you look up at the clock to find that you
have half an hour less than you expected,
or the interview when you suddenly real
ized that you are flying low. “Amo,” the
protagonist ofNicholson Baker’s new novel
“The Fermata” has precisely this power.
In fact, the title refers to the “folds” in time
which he is able
to create.
The book
charts the
growth of
| AZIZHUQ
Book Review
The Fermata*
Amo’s powers, from the time he used a
transformer to stop time in Mrs.
Dobzhansky’s class and lift up her shirt
(our Amo was an early starter). At the time
the book opens Amo is a middle-aged
secretarial temp, who can stop time merely
by pushing down his glasses or by clicking
his fingers. The novel follows the innumer
able variations on the theme of opening the
Fold, and what Amo can do in it. The plot
(or rather the lack of one) raises the first
objection to the novel from a purely aes
thetic point of view. It drags. I’m afraid
even Amo’s powers couldn’t solve this
problem. By the middle of the book, one is
inured to any possible “changes” in Amo’s
lifestyle, and those that do come at the end
are so minuscule that one is irritated at
having waited so long for them.
There are, however, other problems,
such as the technical question as to how
exactly he stops time. Ilmmmm the
skeptics bite their lips in bluish cynicism.
How can he do that? But, no explanation is
given for his power, no pseudo-scientific
gobbligook which science fiction writers
are so fond of. I for one, am glad that Baker
mists in his readers ability to accept Amo,
who (literally) lives in his own hermeti
cally sealed world .Baker achieves the most
important criteria of all fiction in this re
spect - the suspension of disbelief.
OK, first problem out of the way. The
acceptance of the basic premise is but the
first of three doors which bar easy access to
this novel. The second barrier to our entry
is unfortunately one almost impossible to
overcome. The problem resides in what
Amo chooses to do with his power, during
the periods of his life when he has it. He
might occasionally use it to escape an em
barrassing position, or even aid him in his
work as a temp, but would never use it for
criminal purposes. He uses his power to
take women’s clothes off.
Pepper’s —(
Pizza
Sunny Place / / \
for Shady People
127-129 E. Franklin St. Downtown Chapel Hill
Next to Varsity Theatre 967-7766
VI? VMZiT \ 1 , L"lT"fflr : DKE DRIVING MISS DAISY.’
f J/H/A'A ‘TERMS OF ENDEARMENT.*
AM) ’ON pond:
4 Academy Award Nominations! IP V
BEST ACTOR-Nigel Hawthorne B AND HEARTFELT H
BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS-Helen Mirren ■ FILM." Ml
- Michael Medved
SNEAK PREVIEWS/NEW YORK POST
THE MADNESS .. frm
of king GEORGE RGDMMATES [
2:00*4:20 * 7:00*9:20 TOMORROW! |PP|[
Director ol 'Poltergeist" Star of s i Nightmare on Elm Street’ Based on a short story by
TOBE HOOPER ROBERT ENGLUND STEPHEN KING
From the three masters of horror,
X, the ultimate tale of terror is about to begin.
ANa£§l\GH
mangler
safe; MW FINE (INE?\
KamTtiple® STARTS FRIDAY!
NATIONSBANK PLAZA 136 E. ROSEMARY ST. • 967-8284
CHEVY CHASE
JONATHAN TAYLOR ■HKvlf ,
THOMAS
Pictures presents -
hi mst l m ?|
Salt Sun 1:00 • Dally 3:00,5:00,
DIGITAL STARTS TOMORROW
Thursday, March 2,1995
The Fermata
*ltiUniMH...fnr, uudmL daring, truthful cn&sdy,
wnafxaiogctaraT.y lewd, and funny.’
Nicholson Baker
Amo is a sort of inflated adolescent,
caught on the cusp of sexual discovery and
perpetually enamored of the sheer thrill of
arousal simply obtained by seeing a
woman’s body. He is aware that voyeur
ism, particularly his variety, which women
are powerless against, is wrong. From this
perspective, Nicholson has created a highly
convincing character, caught in the pin
cers of a moral dilemma, which is not too
removed from many in real life. The op
portunities for voyeurism in real life are
enough to keep any aculo-phile happy.
Despite this layer of moral awareness,
Amo preserves a sense of joy at each in
stance of his Fold Powers, a joy which
transcends the guilt he feels. As convincing
as this moral prevarication is, one suspects
that many readers will not want to start a
two-hundred plus page book, whose sub
ject matter they know they are going to find
offensive. The final door is perhaps one
only evident after a bit of reflection. The
inclusion of a large chunk of Amo’s ama
teurish pornography in the middle of the
text is not only jarring but unnecessary.
Did Baker have a word count to fill? “The
Fermata" concerns an interesting subject,
but fumbles its attempt to handle it sensi
tively. Bringing up issues of pornography
and its role in literature, Baker, like his
adolescent-esque protagonist refuses to look
these issues in the face. I wish I could
recommend “The Fermata” for its occa
sional bursts of humor. Unfortunately,
these are too few and far between.
7