A Night on the Town

December 19, 2004 at 5:10pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

The Missus and I went out for our version of a night on the town last night. Dinner and a movie is about as exciting as our nights on the town ever get. But truthfully I don’t think we could handle much more excitement than that.

We began at Crawdaddy’s, down in the Haymarket. Mrs. Wilson and I love Crawdaddy’s. The place appears to be a total dive. Let’s just say the interior won’t ever compete with The Venue. But that’s ok. It gives the place character, and it’s a character Crawdaddy’s is not afraid to embrace. When we walked in around 5:45 we were the only people there. What a shame. There really should be a wait at a place like Crawdaddy’s.

The food, as usual, was excellent. Mrs. Wilson got her usual crawfish pie, while I got my usual Ultimate Big Ass Burrito. My burrito was a little disappointing because it wasn’t nearly as spicy as it could have been (I ordered it with Crawdaddy’s own mofo salsa). That’s probably for the best, though, because sitting in a movie theater with a gut full of habanero-based salsa probably could have made for a few uncomfortable moments—or one very, very prolonged one.

After Crawdaddy’s we headed over to the Lincoln Grand, Lincoln’s newest movie theater and, at 14 screens, its only megaplex. Douglas Theaters, the City of Lincoln, and the Downtown Lincoln Association all have high hopes for The Grand as part of Downtown Lincoln’s revitalization. If Douglas doesn’t get some better management into The Grand, it ain’t gonna last long.

Let me say one thing up front: The Grand is an attractive place, inside and out (although Mrs. Wils

on was not crazy about the ‘70’s orange countertops in the restrooms). The stadium seating is nice, the eye-catching exterior decor is nice ... you get the picture. But the things that people really remember—like how long they had to stand in line to buy a ticket, and how organized the seating process was—were executed very poorly. Most critically, none of the employees seemed to have been trained in the art of customer service. While waiting to enter our theater we stood among a mass of dozens of people. People wishing to see several different movies were all grouped together in one very disorganized—and disgruntled—mob. From what I could understand the “correct” procedure was to fight your way through the mob, find the ticket-taker at the front of the mob, ask him if your movie was seating yet, and when he told you no, return to the back of the mob. The procedure annoyed the hell out of the ticket-taker and the customers. And once the ticket-taker decided we could be seated ... what a madhouse. Eventually two more ticket-takers showed up to help, but the damage had been done.

The movie we decided to see was Closer. I thought it was very well done, although I can certainly see why many people wouldn’t like it. Closer is a tale of sex, trust, and betrayal among four people. In my opinion the four main actors—Julia Roberts, Natalie Portman, Jude Law, and Clive Owen—performed very well, but I’m no cinema buff. The movie moves pretty slowly and is mainly dialogue-driven, but it held my attention throughout. If you don’t mind frank discussions about sex, I recommend seeing for yourself if Closer is something you enjoy. If you flip out at the mere hint of The Evil ‘F’ Word, Closer isn’t for you.

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