#Bella Napoli Bakery

[lostjulys]

im gonna miss her so much......... (bella napoli bakery in albany) (mutuals if youre ever near albany new york go to bella napoli pls)

[ultralovedeluxe]

Yandere! Vampire Melone with prompt #85

Hey guys! This was requested by @teachillvibes also a reminder that prompt requests are currently open! Don’t be shy to send a request!

‘I love seeing you so submissive. Give in to me’

Warnings: vampire au, yandere behaviors, vampire melone (that should be self-explanitory), mentions of breeding, slight sexual themes, implied nsfw, dub/non con

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   You knew walking around the streets of Napoli at night would be a mistake. But who could help but to keep their business up at the late hours of the night just to make a couple more euros for the day. You decided to keep your bakery opened for just a tad bit longer tonight, there were kind customers coming in, and you wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. However, you weren’t expecting getting tangled up with a mafioso, let alone a creature of the night.

 It was around twelve am when you decided to walk out of your small bakery shop. You took a seat on the nearby bench and sighed deeply. The streets were empty, almost lifeless due to the lack of people walking around. The air was chilly and the atmosphere was ominous. The surroundings of the bakery looked like a void of any human interaction, you had a gut feeling to just leave and go back inside. The feeling of someone watching you also got strong, and that led you to just go back inside to the comfort of your bakery. ‘This has to be my imagination, this is a safe street, this is a safe city, please let that be true’ you thought, rubbing your temples gently. A small sound was being heard from a bush not too far away from you. Not waiting to see if it was a cat or not, you quickly stood up and entered the bakery. 

 The smell of fresh baking bread and the light color palette on the walls was really comforting in contrast to the dark colors that filled the night outside. ‘Maybe I should close up the shop, it’s getting late anyway and nobody seems to be coming in-’ you thought, ready and satisfied with your descion. As if on cue, a man came in with the most enthusiastic smile on his face. He was handsome from what was visible on his face, hidden by a lavander-colored mask. He was dressed, interestigly to say the least, and overall he was giving you bad vibes. 

 “I’m so sorry signore, I was getting ready to close the shop-” you pleaded getting up to lead him out, while he waved his hands and gave you a big smile. “Oh would you please make an exeption for me? It won’t be long I promise bella-” he said patting your back slightly. Him calling you beautiful made you uncomfterble, and the fact that he touched you made you feel small, but you couldn’t lose a customer now could you? In return, you gave him an awkward smile and led him to the counter. “Well..there’s not much, I could give you a cup of coffee if you’d like-?” you asked politely, avoiding eye-contact as much as possible. His smile never faltered since he was looking at you the whole time when you were talking, “Oh Di Molto! Yes..a coffee would be nice..yes” he replied sitting down at one of the available tables. Even when he was away from you, you still felt his eyes staring deeply at you. Smiling at him once again, you walk to your kitchen, eager to just give him his coffee so he could leave; so YOU could leave. 

 Melone watched as you left to the other room, and placed his hand on neck. He was starting to get thirsty, not even the best coffee in the world could satisfy his thirst. He had his eye on you for a while, and he had a strong urge to just take you away and feast on you. Originally, you had been the girlfriend of one of his targets. While investigating his target, he took an interest in you. You were such a lovely woman from the pictures he’s saw on his target’s phone. When he began to stalk you, your beauty matched your personality. Such a warm and gentle demeanor, perfect traits for a mother. The fact that you baked as well was a bonus. Melone desperarely wanted to make you have his children, but he also has a thirst to fufuill. The lavander-haired male licked his lips in delight, you were so close yet so far. 

 You walked towards the male and gave him his coffee. You prepared yourself to walk away, only to be stopped by the male. “Please, sit down next to me, I’m sure you must be tired bambina” he said once again giving you that same smile. You shrugged and sat across from him. ‘You’re just accompaning him, you don’t have to talk to him or anything’ you thought closing your legs together. Melone watched you happily while drinking his coffee. The taste was bitter at the moment, but he composed himself knowing he would have you soon. You were so cute when you acted shy, he firmly believed that you must be acting bashful and that you really wanted him to bed you over so he could breed your needy cunt. However, he also liked the idea that you really were this innocent, the thought of ruining you was pleasing. 

 It was now 11:30 am, and you were begining to get irritated. It was getting darker and darker outside, yet here you were sitting next to a stranger as he tried to have small-talk. The amount of information you learned from this man was so much, yet so vauge.  Instead of comforting you, the former smell of fresh bread was starting to make you feel dread and making you feel trapped. You decided to just leave and go, only then would you finally escape this situation. “This was a nice conversation Signore Melone, but I must go, my boyfriend must be worried sick-” you said only to have your hand be pulled by Melone. He scoffed and let out a dark chuckle, “No you don’t. Your boyfriend is dead. You live alone remember?” he said standing up, still holding onto your hand. Your eyes wide, how did this random man know that? The police told you that nobody else knew of his murder. You knew now that you couldn’t stick around for much longer, you tried to run towards the door, but Melone’s grip would only worsen. “Cazzo! Let go of me!” you yelled trying to scarthc the face of this stranger. Melone grabbed both of your hands before pinning you towards the wall. “Tch tch that’s no way a future mother should be speaking. A child shouldn’t hear a mother say those awful things” he said, his eyes going down your body before settling down on your neck.

 At last he had you beneath him, but you were still being so difficult. Melone placed his leg in between yours, and shut your cries with a gentle kiss. Tears started streaming down your face, you didn’t want this. However, Melone did and he was more than eager to have his way with you. His thirst was finally overpowering him, he completely went in and bit your neck, relishing the taste of your blood. You cried out, this man, he wasn’t human was he? He couldn’t be. You were starting to feel dizzy and weak and fell on the floor. Melone wiped his lips and climbed on top of you. Melone smirks at the sight, “I love seeing you so submissive. Give into me principessa” he smiles as he leans in to kiss you once more. You try to wiggle away, only for Melone to grab your chin and force you into the kiss. “Di molto! See what was all the fuss about bella? You are going to enjoy yourself” he moaned in your ear while caressing your breasts. Melone was not satisfied with his actions, he wanted more. Would you finally give into him?

He prefered the latter.

[florencwrites]

bells will ring 〚wilbursoot〛

in which gleeful memories quickly turn sour. based on “that’s amore” by dean martin.

part 1

In Napoli, where love is King.

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That's where I first truly met the Wilbur I had fallen so irrevocably in love with. The Wilbur that insisted on swaying to the rhythm of the dancing shadows his scented candles left on the walls. He who would not start his day without taking me to a new coffee place, greeting every unacquainted local like he had been met with them a dozen times before. Taking me to Pompei to gush about all the historical gospels he could muster up.

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When boy meets girl, here's what they say;

He was assertive in ways I hadn't seen of him yet, sweet in the most tooth-rotting way. I loved every second of it.

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When the moon hits your eye...

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His gentle hands caressing my waist, thumb rubbing in place caringly. His eyes never left mine as he moved our bodies through the dim living room of the apartment he had rented for us. He carried us to the balcony, step by step. We ended up hand in hand, staring away over the candle-lit bay. The cliffs adorning the sides of it were decorated by hand-chiseled stairs. Old men were sat by a small cafe on the beach, comfortably chatting away in their white lawn chairs. Kids were rolling in the sand, roughly playing and pushing; never minding the dooming curfew. The moon reflected over the water in a way it had never done before in England. The waves accentuated her pure white gleam, carrying her soft beams all the way to the surge. His eyes were on my face for the entirety of the time we spent there, tangled together, leaning on the balustrade. It was cliché as ever, a cliché I had never as much as dared to hope would ever be my reality.

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...That's amore.

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We spent our evenings either there, on our balcony, or in the town square. It was not the usual season for tourism, and it was clear. The terraces were solely filled with chattering couples or friends, the almost magical touch of their native language ringing through the clearing only making it more special.

We drank wine, all night. Sometimes sauvignon, sometimes rosé, sometimes chardonnay, but mostly red. Syrah.

Not a single dress of mine reentered my suitcase unstained.

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When you've had too much wine...

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He had gotten his hair horribly cut, a mere few days before our departure to Italy. He thought it looked horrendous, but I liked the fresh touch it added. Later, his skin would tan a beautiful golden brown. His shortened brunette locks emphasized it. Every day he would wear a pastel-colored blouse, the blue one was his favorite; mine, too. His skin would contrast the bright fabric beautifully. God, he looked handsome those nights we spent in Napoli.

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...That's amore.

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The town square was filled with eccentric figures. Old men smoking several cigars in one afternoon, grandmothers taking their little loved ones shopping. We could spend all day looking down on them from our balcony. We did, spent all day looking at them.

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Bells will ring...

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The church was the one to wake us every morning, or at least, wake Wilbur. 8 am sharp, he would go down to the local bakery and order whatever looked tasty at that moment, in his best Italian. He would get oranges from the shop a few streets away, and he would come home and juice them himself.

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... And you'll sing; "Vita Bella."

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Life with Wilbur was beautiful.

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Bells will ring...

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Bells will ring...

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Bells will ring...

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Wedding bells are ringing.

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Wedding bells are ringing and he's in a tux and my dress is not white. Wedding bells are ringing and he will be unveiling a bride that will never be me. Wedding bells are ringing and there's a hand on my knee but it isn't his. Wedding bells are ringing and I can't breathe.

My eyes are tearing up, but I don't want them to. I don't want my tears to stain a floor that have only ever been stained with happy tears. I don't want my misery to overwhelm the unconditional love radiating from the people around me.

There's a hand on my knee but it isn't his. I look at it, and eventually take it in my own. My fingers get squeezed by his, but all I can focus on is how this hand isn't wearing a ring. This hand isn't wearing a ring, but his will forever be bearing one.

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Jonathan pulls our hands into his lap, he tugs on my arm, he urges me closer. I melt into his side, disregarding the ache in my stomach that's telling me to run. To abandon every single person in this room, including myself.

A silhouette moves beside me, a delicate sway to her step. From the corner of my eye, she looks just like the moon did that night. Her train is almost see-through, it moves over the crumpled carpet. It mimics the beams of light dancing over the waves. It's mocking me.

She looks beautiful.

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She reaches the altar and my heart is in my throat. A tear runs down his cheek, he hastily wipes it away and chuckles. He takes her hands in his, and smiles.

A tear runs down my cheek as well. Jonathan gently rubs his thumb over my face. Wilbur meets my eyes, they burn a hole in my irises. It's a mere glance, he smiles. He has no idea.

My tears are not shared by any other in this room.

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The pastor starts talking, and he doesn't stop until a ring is put on both of their fingers. She shares her vows, it's poetic. I can't bring myself to drown her voice out, it's almost angelic.

A salty tear finds its way into my mouth, surpassing my parted lips with ease. It reminds me of the ocean, but I don't want it to.

His vows are tooth-rottingly sweet.

[hazel2468]

Light Like Water from the Sky

Alright, here goes. Chapter 1 of my JJBA fanfic. Post Part 5, Everyone Lives AU because I need some happy endings, damnit. Poly Bruabba and OC, Ruby.

No current CW, brief mentions of parent death and illness. Future CW for violence, blood, not SFW things.

Hope y’all enjoy! I’ll probably post on AO3 when I have more of it done.

LIGHT LIKE WATER FROM THE SKY

Chapter One (I Hear You’re Asking All Around…)

The sun beat down on the cobblestone street, sending up waves of heat and casting short shadows across Ruby’s face as she passed beneath the awnings of fruit stalls and coffee shops. The feeling of Napoli beneath her feet was comforting- after so long away, she had truly missed the winding roads, the closely-packed buildings. Moving had meant that exploring her favorite old haunts had taken a backseat, but she made note of each of them as she passed.

Her paper shopping bag crinkled as she shifted it against her hip, pausing in front of the bakery. A young man was loading fresh loaves into the window display, and he smiled at her, waving. Ruby realized with a jolt that it was Donte, the baker’s son. It had been years; he had transformed from a scraggly kid with too-long legs and perpetually tangled hair into someone more befitting of his height. She grinned at him before moving on, suddenly feeling old. She supposed part of her expected everything to be exactly as she left it. But life went on without her, it seemed.

 “Ruby? Ruby, dear!”

The creaking voice brought her to a standstill outside of a crowded restaurant. On a day like today, all sunshine and blue sky, most of the patrons were seated outside, and a table of three older women were all beckoning to her. She obliged, backing up until she was looking into the wrinkled face of Signora Rossi. Ruby had grown up in the house next to her.

“It’s so good to see you, dear!” Signora Rossi said, reaching out and taking Ruby’s free hand. “I thought you were in Spain.”

“Poland, signora.” Ruby said, finding Rossi’s smile contagious. “I was with my mother’s family.” Signora Rossi’s face fell, and the other two women- Signora Bianchi and Signora Amato, both of whom had a penchant for knitting and gossip, exchanged glances.

“We heard about your mother, Ruby dear.” Signora Bianchi said. “We’re all so sorry.”

“Thank you.” Ruby gave Signora Rossi’s hand a light squeeze. Signora Bianchi began to sniffle and Signora Amato passed her a hanky. “It’s alright. She was ill for a long time.”

“You know, if there’s anything you need at all, you or your father, you can count on us.” Signora Rossi said. “A home cooked meal, company, anything.” Warmth blossomed in Ruby’s chest as she looked down at the woman who had been like a grandmother to her when she was a child. Why had she stayed away from Napoli for so long?

“Grazie, signora.” She said quietly. “I’ll be sure to pass the message on to Papa when I see him later.” Signora Amato smiled at her, leaning over to place a gentle hand on her arm.

“And do take care of yourself, dear. It’s never good to be alone after a passing.” Amato gave Signora Bianchi’s hand a little admonishing pat. Ruby remembered when her husband had died, and the joint effort of Signora Amato and half the neighborhood to get her back on track. “Spend some time with your friends- I’m sure they would all be happy to see you again.”

“I’ll do that. I will.” Ruby said.

“Oh yes! I remember those little hooligans you used to run around with.” Signora Rossi said, lapsing into nostalgia. “You always caused so much trouble. What about Bella?”

“I think Isabella is in college, signora.” Ruby said. “Last I heard, she’s studying medicine.”

“Oh, how wonderful!” Signora Bianchi said. “She’ll be fantastic- she was always quick, that girl.”

“Well, what about Signore Bucciarati?” Signora Rossi piped up. “You two were close before you left, weren’t you?”

“He’s still here?” Ruby wasn’t exactly surprised, but she hadn’t seen head nor tail of Bruno in the week she had been back. Signora Amato chuckled.

“Oh yes. Signore Bucciarati takes good care of us here.” She said.

“Gone and made a bit of a name for himself, I hear.” Signore Bianchi chirped, wiping delicately at her nose with her handkerchief before dropping her voice to a whisper. “Still running around with those boys from Passione. Word is, there was a big fuss recently.”

“Was there?” She had never been one for involvement in Passione’s activities, and Bruno had insisted she stay away from it all, but Ruby was more than familiar with the organization. “What happened?”

“Oh, we’re not too sure. But the area’s really cleaned up since then. Perhaps you should talk to Signore Bucciarati about it. I’m sure he’d be delighted to see you again.” Signora Rossi gave her hand another squeeze. “He’s always around. I’m sure you’ll run into him before long.”

“I’ll keep my eyes open. So long as his fashion sense hasn’t changed, I’m sure he’ll be easy enough to spot.” Ruby quipped, and all three ladies broke into laughter. “Thank you, really. I’ll give Papa your regards.” They all bid her hurried goodbyes, and she continued up the street, balancing her bag on her side as she dug her phone out from her pocket.

She should get in touch with Bruno. Even in Poland, she had missed him, but they had only spoken a couple of times before her mother passed away and she, admittedly, dropped off the map. Something that she regretted. Pausing at the corner, she scrolled through her contacts, hesitating for only a second before selecting his name and holding the phone to her ear.

She was met with a loud beeping, and an electronic voice telling her that ‘the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service’. Ruby sighed- so much for things being easy.

There was no time to worry about it now. She had dinner to make, and she wanted to try and get her shelves up tonight. The little apartment she was renting had been unused for years and, though her father had tried his best to get it ready on short notice, it was still a bit of a mess. The new floors helped brighten it up, but that didn’t change the fact that she still didn’t have a proper bed. Distracted by her groceries and thoughts of tiles for the kitchen, she almost didn’t notice the tall man dressed in black who had been tailing her for the last block and a half.

Almost.

Speeding up, Ruby ducked into the next alley she saw- thankfully one she was familiar with, and hurried along between the buildings. She would wind up on a narrower side-street, but that was the best place for losing unwanted company, in her experience. If she even was being followed. Old habits die hard, and it’s possible she was being paranoid.

But no, the man was definitely following her, and keeping pace. She rummaged in her purse for a makeup compact, flicking it open and using it to get a look at whoever was pursuing her. He was unnecessarily tall, with long silver hair and a black shirt so low cut she could see the top of his stomach. There was no way she was going back home now- the last thing she needed was some Marilyn Manson-looking jackass knowing where she lived. What did he want? Pickpockets came in all shapes and sizes, including hers, but pickpockets usually didn’t try to stand out as much as this man did.

Cursing, Ruby swung out onto the side street, nearly bumping into a few passers by as she turned hard into the next alley she saw. If he managed to keep up, there were plenty of nooks and niches for her to hide in, but her heart sank when she saw the way back to the main street blocked by a massive dumpster.

“Shit.” She hissed, dropping her bag to the ground and pressing herself against the brick wall. She tightened the strap of her purse- having that flopping around in a fight would be a liability, and pulled her knife from her pocket. Looks like things hadn’t changed quite that much. The streets of Napoli were still crawling with trouble. It was hard to discern anything with the sound of everyone else passing by, but a dark figured crested the edge of the wall she was leaning against and Ruby instantly turned her weapon in that direction.

“What the-!” she missed, and the silver-haired man jerked back. He was blocking her exit from the alley, and Ruby snarled, brandishing her knife.

“Why the fuck are you following me?” she demanded. “I haven’t got any money, and I promise you I am the last person you want to fuck with today. So spit it out.”

He was glaring at her like he wanted nothing more than to knock the knife from her hand, but he just stood there, watching her. Ruby had to tilt her head back to look into his face, but she held his gaze, pouring as much venom into her expression as she could.

“What do you want with Bucciarati?” he demanded, in gravelly voice that set Ruby on edge. “Who were you trying to call?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your damn business.” She snapped back, He advanced on her, but despite her heart leaping up into her throat she stood her ground.

“It’s my damn business when someone I don’t know is poking around looking for my capo.” He growled. Ruby blinked. He worked for Bruno? It certainly explained how he was dressed, but more importantly-

“Bruno’s a capo? Shit. He is doing well for himself.” She mused. Her captor scowled, clearly not pleased that she wasn’t spilling the beans for him.

“I asked you a fucking question.” The man snapped, taking another step forward. This was too close for Ruby’s liking, and she swiped at him. He caught her wrist in one of his large hands, and her instincts kicked in. Stepping towards him, she twisted, tossing the blade deftly from one hand to the other as she stepped around him. He stiffened, now finding himself with his back to her.

“I didn’t know I needed permission from some goth stronzo to get in touch with an old friend.” Ruby hissed. Her groceries were still on the ground, but she would leave them if it meant getting out of this scrape in one piece. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Something knocked the knife from her hand. One moment she was holding it, the next it was clattering to the ground a few feet away, a cool breeze brushing over her cheek despite it being a still day. With a startled yelp and an oath she ducked away as he turned, his brow knit.

“I’m feeling nice today, so here’s a piece of advice.” He said, glancing from her to his left and then back again. “Keep your nose out of places you aren’t wanted. This isn’t something you should be involved with.”

That stung, just a little, but Ruby responded by backing up towards her knife. “And how the fuck do you know where I’m wanted? I don’t even know who the hell you are.” He just glowered at her, before turning on his heel and walking out of the alley.

The smart thing to do would be to heed his warning- Ruby knew that. The smart thing to do would be to take her things, wait until she was sure he was gone, and then go home. Hope that she runs into Bruno another day, in a simpler, smarter, less risky way.

But she didn’t feel like being smart. She felt pissed off, like she had just been accosted in an alley by some random vampire-wannabe who gave her a hard time about wanting to get in touch with her friend.

She felt like she wanted to find Bruno, right now, just to spite this asshole.

And so she returned her knife to her pocket, picked up her groceries, and followed him.

[larryland]

"Shakespeare in Love" Concludes the 2018–2019 Season at Capital Repertory Theatre

“Shakespeare in Love” Concludes the 2018–2019 Season at Capital Repertory Theatre

ALBANY, N.Y.–MARCH 20, 2019—A young playwright sells his new script. Twice. To different buyers.

He hasn’t written it yet. He has writer’s block.

Capital Repertory Theatre closes its 2018-2019 season with the uproarious comedy Shakespeare in Love, April 5–May 12. 

Directed by theREP’s Producing Artistic Director Maggie Mancinelli-Cahill, the show is a riot of mistaken identities, multiple roles…

[wichitabyeb]

Welcome to the final picture collage of “Tour-amisu di Tiramisu”. Coming soon will be the release of what we think is the best tiramisu in town. So far our travels have taken us to Albero Cafe, Napoli Italian Eatery, Aria Bakery, La Galette, Bella Vita Bistro, Marchello’s, Cafe Maurice, Bagatelle Bakery, Luciano’s, Bella Luna Cafe, DeFazio’s, Piatto, Larkspur, Mediterranean Grill, Vora Restaurant European, Il Vicino, Savute’s, Chesters, Le Monde, Todd Brian’s, Olive Garden, Komugi Japanese Bakery, N&J Cafe and Carrabba’s. Over the past week, we tried five more from: • Knolla's Pizza • Siena Tuscan Steakhouse • Milkfloat • .... and two different flavors from Bagatelle Bakery That left our total at 30 different places for 32 different tiramisu with a couple people who need a break from the dessert. I’m compiling the results, so be on the look out for the Tour-amisu di Tiramisu blog. (at Wichita, Kansas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIlQ0lqr6Rv/?igshid=14lo70v115h4c

[raulmottajunior]

Uma das iguarias gastronômicas mais apreciadas do mundo , a pizza é celebrada anualmente no dia 10 de julho . Seja Romeu e Julieta, vegetariana, vegana, de sabor tradicional ou até de sabores mais exóticos, não faltam opções para quem deseja saborear na quarta-feira (ou em qualquer outra ocasião) aquele que é um dos pratos mais consumidos por brasileiros nos quatro cantos do país. DIA MUNDIAL DA PIZZA: DOCE OU SALGADA, VEGETARIANA, VEGADA OU COM CARNES. NÃO FALTAM OPÇÕES DE SABORES 1 de 14   A Brandi é uma especialidade do restaurante Alessandro e Frederico : típica de Napoli, feita com bufalina, queijo grana padano, basílica, pomodoro pelati, tomate cereja e azeite extra virgem (R$ 58 individual/R$ 78,50 para compartilhar). Foto: Dhani Accioly Borges / Divulgação A Brandi é uma especialidade do restaurante Alessandro e Frederico : típica de Napoli, feita com bufalina, queijo grana padano, basílica, pomodoro pelati, tomate cereja e azeite extra virgem (R$ 58 individual/R$ 78,50 para compartilhar). Foto: Dhani Accioly Borges / Divulgação Entre as opções de pizza doce da Parmê, a Romeu e Julieta (R$ 60,90) é a mais pedida entre os clientes Foto: Divulgação/Rodrigo Azevedo Entre as opções de pizza doce da Parmê, a Romeu e Julieta (R$ 60,90) é a mais pedida entre os clientes Foto: Divulgação/Rodrigo Azevedo Na pizzaria Mamma Jamma, a Margherita Originale (R$ 43) é servida em tamanho individual e leva mozarela de búfala, molho de tomate natural e folhas de basílico Foto: Derek Mangabeira / Divulgação Na pizzaria Mamma Jamma, a Margherita Originale (R$ 43) é servida em tamanho individual e leva mozarela de búfala, molho de tomate natural e folhas de basílico Foto: Derek Mangabeira / Divulgação A Caccio e Pepe, da Capricciosa Trattoria, leva fonduta de pecorino, mozarela, pimenta-do-reino e salsa fresca (individual,R$ 50; e família, R$ 70) Foto: Bruno de Lima / Divulgação A Caccio e Pepe, da Capricciosa Trattoria, leva fonduta de pecorino, mozarela, pimenta-do-reino e salsa fresca (individual,R$ 50; e família, R$ 70) Foto: Bruno de Lima / Divulgação O BioCarioca (2523-4820) sugere a pizza de Cogumelo Paris ao Alho (R$ 27,90) para os vegetarianos de plantão. Foto: FILICO / Divulgação/Filico O BioCarioca (2523-4820) sugere a pizza de Cogumelo Paris ao Alho (R$ 27,90) para os vegetarianos de plantão. Foto: FILICO / Divulgação/Filico PUBLICIDADE No Birreria Escondido, CA, a pizza Toscana (R$ 42) é preparada com molho San Marzano, mozarela, calabresa artesanal moída, cogumelos paris, azeitonas pretas fatiadas e orégano Foto: Rodrigo Azevedo / Divulgação No Birreria Escondido, CA, a pizza Toscana (R$ 42) é preparada com molho San Marzano, mozarela, calabresa artesanal moída, cogumelos paris, azeitonas pretas fatiadas e orégano Foto: Rodrigo Azevedo / Divulgação A sanduicheria Seu Vidal prepara pizzas com massa de pão de queijo, de diferentes sabores, a partir de R$ 22 Foto: Tomás Rangel / Divulgação A sanduicheria Seu Vidal prepara pizzas com massa de pão de queijo, de diferentes sabores, a partir de R$ 22 Foto: Tomás Rangel / Divulgação Quarta-feira (10 de julho), na Fiammetta, duas unidades da pizza grande, sabor peito de peru com alho-poró, custam R$ 49 Foto: Alex Woloch / Divulgação Quarta-feira (10 de julho), na Fiammetta, duas unidades da pizza grande, sabor peito de peru com alho-poró, custam R$ 49 Foto: Alex Woloch / Divulgação Pizza Burrata Speciale (R$ 52), coberta com molho de tomate, mozarela, gorgonzola, omate, burrata e pesto de manjericão Foto: Divulgação/Tomás Rangel Pizza Burrata Speciale (R$ 52), coberta com molho de tomate, mozarela, gorgonzola, omate, burrata e pesto de manjericão Foto: Divulgação/Tomás Rangel Pizza Kimuchi, da Tizu Pizza Foto: Divulgação/Rodrigo Galvão Pizza Kimuchi, da Tizu Pizza Foto: Divulgação/Rodrigo Galvão PUBLICIDADE A Casa Rio Carioca acaba de lançar novos sabores. Entre as novidades está a Monalisa (a partir de R$ 36), com molho de tomate, queijo brie, presunto de Parma e rúcula Foto: Filico / Divulgação A Casa Rio Carioca acaba de lançar novos sabores. Entre as novidades está a Monalisa (a partir de R$ 36), com molho de tomate, queijo brie, presunto de Parma e rúcula Foto: Filico / Divulgação A pizza Emiliana (R$58) é uma referência à Emília Romanha. Numa apresentação tradicional da região italiana, a pizza leva molho de tomate San marzano, mozzarella fior di latte, prescunto crú e rúcula Foto: Divulgação/Rio Art Com A pizza Emiliana (R$58) é uma referência à Emília Romanha. Numa apresentação tradicional da região italiana, a pizza leva molho de tomate San marzano, mozzarella fior di latte, prescunto crú e rúcula Foto: Divulgação/Rio Art Com Empório Urukum. O Pizza Bella é um carpaccio de abobrinha ao molho de limão, alho, azeite, alcaparras e queijo parmesão Foto: Divulgação/Rio Art Com Empório Urukum. O Pizza Bella é um carpaccio de abobrinha ao molho de limão, alho, azeite, alcaparras e queijo parmesão Foto: Divulgação/Rio Art Com Pizza Mix de cogumelos da Artesano Bakery Foto: Divulgação/Rio Art Com Pizza Mix de cogumelos da Artesano Bakery Foto: Divulgação/Rio Art Com ONDE COMER: ALESSANDRO E FREDERICO: O tradicional restaurante de Ipanema oferece mais de 20 opções. Uma delas é pizza Geleia, feita com brie derretido geleia de damasco, fatias de presunto de parma e lascas de grana padano (R$ 58 / R$ 79). Rua Garcia D’Ávila 134 Ipanema. Telefone: 2521-0828. Pizza Mix de cogumelos da Artesano Bakery Foto: Divulgação/Rio Art Com Pizza Mix de cogumelos da Artesano Bakery Foto: Divulgação/Rio Art Com   ARTESANOS BAKERY: Entre as pizzas italianas tradicionais (R$ 39) estão as de calabresa com cebola roxa e azeitonas azapa, além da Marguerita. Outra pedida é a Zucchini, recheada com gorgonzola e amêndoas em lâminas. Destaque ainda para a de mix de cogumelos. Avenida Pedro Moura 150, Recreio dos Bandeirantes. Telefone: 99669-0169. LEIA MAIS: Bráz inclui ingredientes exlcusivos cultivados aos pés do Vesúvio em novas pizzas BADALADO LAGOA CLUB: Às sextas-feiras, das 17h à meia-noite, o local oferece o Pizza + Wine, em que o cliente pode escolher uma sequência de pizzas pelo valor de R$ 49, que pode ser pedida quantas vezes quiser. Assadas no forno à lenha e servidas a la carte, é possível escolher entre as de shiitake com alho-poró,sobre generosa camada de mozarela e molho de tomate feito na casa. Quem desejar combinar pizzas e vinhos à vontade paga R$ 119. Avenida Epitácio Pessoa s/nº, Lagoa (Parque do Cantagalo). Telefone: 99593-2428. PUBLICIDADE BIO CARIOCA: A sugestão para os vegetarianos é a pizza de Cogumelo Paris ao Alho (R$ 27,90). Rua Xavier da Silveira 28, Copacabana. Telefone: 2523-4820. BIRRERIA ESCONDIDO, CA: A pizza Toscana (R$ 42) é preparada com molho San Marzano, mozarela, calabresa artesanal moída, cogumelos paris, azeitonas pretas fatiadas e orégano Rua Voluntários da Pátria 53, Botafogo. Telefone: 3489-9989. CAPRICCIOSA TRATTORIA E PIZZARIA: A Caccio e Pepe leva fonduta de pecorino, mozarela, pimenta-do-reino e salsa fresca (individual, R$ 50; e família, R$ 70). Rua Maria Angélica 37, Jardim Botânico. Telefone: 2527-2656. A Casa Rio Carioca acaba de lançar novos sabores. Entre as novidades está a Monalisa (a partir de R$ 36), com molho de tomate, queijo brie, presunto de Parma e rúcula Foto: Filico / Divulgação A Casa Rio Carioca acaba de lançar novos sabores. Entre as novidades está a Monalisa (a partir de R$ 36), com molho de tomate, queijo brie, presunto de Parma e rúcula Foto: Filico / Divulgação CASA RIO CARIOCA: O estabelecimento acaba de lançar novos sabores. Entre as novidades está a Monalisa (a partir de R$ 36), com molho de tomate, queijo brie, presunto de Parma e rúcula. Rua Correa Dutra 43, Flamengo. Telefone: 3986-1890. EMPÓRIO URUKIM: Para quem gosta de sabores exóticos, a pedida é a Pizza Bella (R$ 44), com carpaccio de abobrinha ao molho de limão, alho, azeite, alcaparras e queijo parmesão; ou pizza de brócolis (R$44), com mozarela, alho frito, bacon, parmesão e, é claro, brócolis. Rua Fonte da Saudade 187, Fonte de Saudade. Telefone: 2143-8131. PUBLICIDADE FIAMMETTA: Nesta quarta, duas unidades da pizza grande, sabor peito de peru com alho-poró, custarão R$ 49. Rua General Severiano 97, Casa & Gourmet Shopping , 1° piso, Botafogo. Telefone: 2295-9096. GATTOPARDO: O restaurante, especializado na culinária italiana, tem 24 sabores à disposição dos clientes. Um deles é a Burrata Speciale (R$ 52), coberta com molho de tomate, mozarela, gorgonzola, tomate, burrata e pesto de manjericão. Vogue Square. Avenida das Américas 8.585, 140, Barra da Tijuca. Telefone: 3030-9498‬‬‬.‬ INVERSO GÁVEA: A novidade é a pizza de queijo de cabra no pão árabe (R$ 36), com mix de cogumelos e amêndoas. Jockey Club, Praça Santos Dumont 31, Gávea. Telefone: 3687-9448. Na pizzaria Mamma Jamma, a Margherita Originale (R$ 43) é servida em tamanho individual e leva mozarela de búfala, molho de tomate natural e folhas de basílico Foto: Derek Mangabeira / Divulgação Na pizzaria Mamma Jamma, a Margherita Originale (R$ 43) é servida em tamanho individual e leva mozarela de búfala, molho de tomate natural e folhas de basílico Foto: Derek Mangabeira / Divulgação MAMMA JAMMA: Na pizzaria, a Margherita Originale (R$ 43) é servida em tamanho individual e leva mozarela de búfala, molho de tomate natural e folhas de basílico Rua Saturnino de Brito 50, Jardim Botânico. Telefone: 3875-1223. A casa acaba de abrir a primeira filial na Tijuca . OLIVO: A pizza Emiliana (R$ 58) é uma referência à Emília Romanha. Numa apresentação tradicional da região italiana, a pizza leva molho de tomate San marzano, mozarela fior di latte, prescunto crú e rúcula. No restaurante, são servidas no formato clássico de 30cm. Avenida Érico Veríssimo 690, Barra da Tijuca. Telefone: 3085-0336. PARMÊ: Entre as opções de pizza doce, a Romeu e Julieta (R$ 60,90) é a mais pedida entre os clientes. Rua do Catete 311, Largo do Machado. Telefone: 2557-7183. SEU VIDAL: A sanduicheria prepara pizzas com massa de pão de queijo, de diferentes sabores, a partir de R$ 22. Rua Ronald de Carvalho 275, Copacabana. Telefone: 3439-7719. TIZU PIZZA: Em comemoração ao Dia da Pizza, na compra de um sabor autoral: Tízu (R$ 65,03), mozarela, queijo philadelfia, salmão, bacon crocante e cebolinha; ou Kimuchi (R$ 48), mozarela, conserva picante de acelga (kimuchi) e barriga de porco assado, o clliente ganhará uma pizza de calabresa de graça. Delivery:  2526-3679 ou 96913-2433. Área de entrega:  Catete, Largo do Machado, Laranjeiras, Botafogo e Glória. Fonte> O Globo Postado por: Raul Motta Junior

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World Premiere Comedy "Red Maple" Comes to Capital Repertory Theatre

World Premiere Comedy “Red Maple” Comes to Capital Repertory Theatre

ALBANY, N.Y.—JAN. 8, 2019—A dinner party. Two couples. Old friends all. What could go wrong?

A better question might be what could go right?

David Bunce’s comedy Red Maple is a love story for empty nesters. It makes its world premiere at Capital Repertory Theatre, Jan. 25–Feb. 17.

In the two-act romp, set in the Albany suburbs, Bunce pits Robert Morton Ph.D. and his wife, Stephanie, against John…

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"Ring of Fire: The Music of Johnny Cash" Comes to Capital Repertory Theatre

“Ring of Fire: The Music of Johnny Cash” Comes to Capital Repertory Theatre

ALBANY, N.Y.—JUNE 18, 2018—Johnny Cash was a singular force in American music. A gospel-rooted country singer there at the birth of rock and roll; an inventive, influential songwriter; and an iconic, iconoclastic cultural touchstone.

“Johnny Cash will, like Will Rogers, stand forever as a symbol of intelligence, creativity, compassion and common sense,” said fellow hitmaker and former son-in-law…

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Noël Coward’s Classic Comedy “Blithe Spirit” Comes to Capital Repertory Theatre Already extended for a full week by popular demand! ALBANY, N.Y.—MARCH 26, 2018—“There was a pile of virgin paper on my left and a box of carbons on my right … I fixed the paper into the machine and started. 

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by Roseann Cane

Psssst…sister…you wanna have a good time? Get yerself a ticket to The Full Monty, now playing at the Capital Repertory Theatre!

I’d never seen this musical before, and I must admit that my expectations were not that great. I enjoyed the original English film version, which came out in 1997. Since the musical adaptation opened to great success on Broadway in 2000, the play has become a staple of regional and community theaters. I assumed that it was a shallow, gimmicky piece of work. And yes, I discovered, one could call the play gimmicky–but, to my pleasant surprise, it works!

Maggie Mancinelli-Cahill has deftly, affectionately directed this vibrant celebration of American survival that’s at turns funny, sweet, rambunctious, and–it must be said–corny. The corniness didn’t bother me because not only is the direction well paced; the cast is downright lovable, and like every other member of the audience (if cheering and prolonged applause is an acceptable measure), I wanted the guys to succeed…at stripping.

In Buffalo, New York, a group of steelworkers have been laid off. These blue-collar guys are stereotypically invested in the idea that the man is the breadwinner, and the thought of their wives finding out, let alone supporting them, threatens their masculinity. Close friends Jerry Lukowsky (Christopher Sutton) and Dave Bukatinsky (Patrick John Moran) discover that Jerry’s ex-wife, Pam (Emily Matthews), and Dave’s wife, Georgie (Kimberly Doreen Burns) are headed to Chippendales for a girls’ night out. The two men hide in the restroom, overhearing Pam declare that she intends to take Jerry to court for missed child support payments, and Georgie bemoaning the overweight Dave’s poor self-image.

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Jerry has an epiphany (of sorts): The strip club is crowded with hyperexcited women who eagerly deposit bills into the dancers’ g-strings. If they could get a bunch of their unemployed friends to put on a similar show for one night, they could make a pile of money. Jerry and Dave convince their suicidal former coworker, Malcolm (David J. Socolar) to join them. In a ballroom dance class, the men encounter their former boss, Harold Nichols (Kevin McGuire), dancing with his luxury-loving wife Vicki (Lyn Philistine). Harold confides in the men that Vicki is completely unaware of his unemployment. After hearing the plan, Harold agrees to becomes the men’s choreographer.

For all of their protestations about their masculinity, these men are revealed to be vulnerable, and we love them for it, for the individual ways in which they express their vulnerability, for the new kind of courage each of them gains from exposing themselves emotionally as well as physically. The cast is quick, funny, and disarming, and while I didn’t leave the theater humming the score (it’s upbeat and undistinguished), I left the theater feeling great. I couldn’t help but care about these downtrodden men and the women in their lives. 

I especially enjoyed the audition sequence. As the wisecracking accompanist Jeanette Burmeister, Susann Fletcher is hilarious, faintly reminiscent of Elaine Stritch, only sunnier. She encourages Jerry, Dave, and Harold, who are in despair as each of the auditioners before them seem irredeemably bad. Then a gnarled, arthritic, sad-looking man known as “Horse” (Reggie Whitehead) takes the stage. He has some difficulty moving. Eventually, he literally finds his footing, and his performance of “Big Black Man,” complete with acrobatic moves and a rousing voice, had the audience cheering. (We later learn that he, too, has a vulnerability…despite his nickname, he’s not hung like one. He, too, attains his well-earned courage.)

Freddy Ramirez’s choreography was delicious, and wonderfully executed. The design of this production, including Scott Aronow’s set (which smoothly transitions from a strip club to a back alley with a car to a men’s restroom, among other places), Barry Steele’s lighting and projection design, Rider Q. Stanton’s sound design, and Howard Tsvi Kaplan’s costumes, dovetailed splendidly to sweep us into these very real-seeming lives. 

And, in case you were wondering, the men do strip. There’s no full-frontal nudity, but they get pretty close. “The Full Monty” is an English expression of disputed origin, but what it means is “the whole thing,” or as we Americans would say, “the whole nine yards.” In this case, I think the show’s creators were wise not to Americanize the title.

The Full Monty, book by Terrence McNally, music and lyrics by David Yazbek, directed by Maggie Mancinelli-Cahill runs July 5-August 11 at Capital Repertory Theatre, 111 N. Pearl Street, Albany. Musical Director/Arranger Josh D. Smith. Scenic Design by Scott Aronow, Costume Design by Howard Tsvi Kaplan, Choreography by Freddy Ramirez, Sound Design by Rider Q. Stanton and Lighting/Projections Design by Barry Steele. CAST: Christopher Sutton as Jerry, Lyn Philistine as Vicki Nichols, Gil Brady as Teddy, Nicole Zelka as Estelle, Susann Fletcher as Jeannette Burmeister, Reggie Whitehead as Noah T. “Horse” Simmons, Christopher M. Howard as Buddy “Keno” Walsh, Sue Caputo as Susan, Kevin McGuire as Harold Nichols, Emily Matthews as Pam Lukowski, Fred Sirois as Reg, Josh D. Smith as Tony Giordano, Victoria Benkoski as Joannie, Kimberly Doreen Burns as Georgie Bukatinsky, Keith Dubois as Nathan, Eddie Maldonado as Ethan Girard, Patrick John Moran as Dave Bukatinsky, David Socolar as Malcolm Macgregor). Ensemble: Joshua DeMarco, Mitchell Johnson, and Victoria Preisman

Previews for The Full Monty take place July 5–7. Opening night is Tuesday, July 9. Regular performances continue through Sunday, Aug. 11. Performance times: 7:30 p.m. Tuesday through Thursday; and 8 p.m. Friday and Saturday—with matinees 3 p.m. Saturday; 2 p.m. Sunday; and 2 p.m. Wednesdays, July 17 & 24. Capital Repertory Theatre, 111 N. Pearl Street, Albany. Tickets range from $27–$62. Students with valid ID: $16 all shows. For tickets and information, call Tickets by Proctors, 518.445.SHOW (7469) or visit capitalrep.org.

Opening night features live music in the café at 6:30 p.m. and complimentary post-show champagne and dessert from Bella Napoli Bakery.

Special events include:

  3 p.m. Saturday July 13—American Sign Language-interpreted show. To secure the best seats for visibility of the signers, please call the Box Office.

  6:30 p.m. July 16—Chef’s Table Night includes complimentary light fare for ticketholders, provided by Albany Pump Station.

  6:30 p.m. Thursday, July 25—Thirsty Thursday, with complimentary samples for ticketholders from Albany Distilling Company, Inc. & Nine Pin Cider.

  1 p.m. Sunday, July 28—Behind-the-Scenes pre-matinee discussion with Producing Artistic Director Maggie Mancinelli-Cahill, featuring light snacks for ticketholders at 12:30 p.m.

REVIEW: “The Full Monty” at Capital Repertory Theatre by Roseann Cane Psssst...sister...you wanna have a good time? Get yerself a ticket to The Full Monty…

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by Roseann Cane

There are rare occasions when audience hooting, hollering, and foot-stomping add to the enjoyment of a night of theater, and Ring of Fire: The Music of Johnny Cash, which just opened at the Capital Repertory Theatre, is a sterling example of just such a treat.

One of the reasons this show is so delightfully infectious is that instead of relying on the common conceit of a musical tribute show in casting an actor in the role of the singer (a risky undertaking when the artist is fresh in the audience’s memory), Ring of Fire has a cast of six singing, acting musicians, five men who at various times represent Cash but more often celebrate his music in their own way, and one women, who sometimes represents June Carter Cash, but for the most part sings, dances, and plays the hell out of the music.

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Each of the cast members (Bill Scott Sheets, Kurt Zischke, Erikka Walsh, Jacob Shipley, Paul Wyatt, and Josh D. Smith, in order of appearance) has the vocal chops to take on a wide variety of songs that range from country to gospel to well-known compositions of Cash and a few other songwriters. Their voices are superb, whether performing such novelties as Dirty Old Egg Sucking Dog and Flushed From the Bathroom of Your Heart, or celebrated Cash standards like Folsom Prison, Going to Memphis, I Walk the Line, and Ring of Fire.

What’s more, these sensational performers  accompany themselves on instruments ranging from guitars and violins to washboard and spoons. The band (Joe Barna on drums; Patrick O’Connell on bass and fiddle; and musical director Josh D. Smith on keyboards, autoharp, melodicas, Andes flute, and accordion) that supports them is top notch.

Freddy Ramirez once again provides splendid choreography, and to a person, the performers (especially Walsh, who was also Dance Captain) dance nimbly and with seemingly bottomless exhilaration. Barry Steele’s clever set and projection design gracefully assists in moving the action along with imagery that enhances the mood and subject of each song. Rider Q. Stanton’s sound design and Mike Riggs’s lighting design do a superlative job intensifying the material. Kudos, too, to Howard Tvsi Kaplan for his solid, becoming costume design.

Director Maggie Mancinelli-Cahill has cheerfully mobbed the stage with so much talent and gusto that I could swear I felt the entire house shake by the time the ensemble closed the show with the uproarious I’ve Been Everywhere. I unreservedly recommend that you join the fun.

Capital Repertory Theatre presents Ring of Fire: The Music of Johnny Cash from July 11-August 12, 2018.Created by Richard Maltby, Jr. Conceived by William Meade. Adapted from the Broadway Production by Richard Maltby, Jr., and Jason Edwards. Orchestrations by Steven Bishop and Jeff Lisenby. Additional Arrangements by David Abbmanti. Directed by Maggie Mancinelli-Cahill, musical direction by Josh D. Smith, choreographed by Freddy Ramirez, scenic and projection design by Barry Steele, sound design by Rider Q. Stanton, lighting design by Mike Riggs, costume design by Howard Tvsi Kaplan. CAST: Bill Scott Sheets, Kurt Zischke, Erikka Walsh, Jacob Shipley, Paul Wyatt, and Josh D. Smith. Band: Joe Barna on drums; Patrick O’Connell on bass and fiddle; and Josh D. Smith on keyboards, autoharp, melodicas, Andes flute, and accordion)

Preview performances for Ring of Fire: The Music of Johnny Cash take place July 6–8. Opening night is Tuesday, July 10. Regular performances continue through Sunday, Aug. 12. Performance times: 7:30 p.m. Tuesday through Thursday; and 8 p.m. Friday and Saturday—with matinees 3 p.m. Saturday; 2 p.m. Sunday; and 2 p.m. Wednesdays, July 18 & 25. Capital Repertory Theatre, 111 N. Pearl Street, Albany. Tickets range from $25 to $69.50. Students with valid ID: $16 all shows. For tickets and information, call Tickets by Proctors, 518.445.SHOW (7469) or visit capitalrep.org.

Opening night includes live music by The Insolent Willies in the café at 6:30 p.m., and complimentary post-show champagne and dessert from Bella Napoli Bakery. The Chef’s Table performance, on Tuesday, July 17, includes complimentary light fare from The Hollow Bar + Kitchen, for ticketholders, in the lobby, beginning at 6:30 p.m.

Post show discussions with representatives from Ring of Fire will follow evening performances on Wednesdays, July 18 and 25.

I Still Miss Someone: A Johnny Cash Remembrance, with roots scholar and multi-instrumentalist Michael Eck discussing Cash’s legacy, will preface the Saturday, July 21 matinee. The talk is included with show ticket and begins at 2 p.m.

The Sunday, July 29 matinee is preceded by a Behind-the-Scenes event, which features a light continental breakfast for ticketholders, and discussion led by Mancinelli-Cahill. Food service begins at 12:30 p.m., with the presentation following from 1–1:30 p.m.

Ring of Fire: The Music of Johnny Cash is part of the 2018–2019 Season at Capital Repertory Theatre and is sponsored by E. Stewart Jones Hacker Murphy, LLP.

REVIEW: “Ring of Fire” at Capital Repertory Theatre by Roseann Cane There are rare occasions when audience hooting, hollering, and foot-stomping add to the enjoyment of a night of theater, and…

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Written as a soul soother for his beloved England, which was recovering from The Blitz and devastated by the continuing casualties of World War II, Noël Coward’s Blithe Spirit was a rip-roaring success. From its first performance on London’s West End in 1941 (where it ran for a record-breaking 1,997 performances), through today, Coward’s funny play about death remains very popular and frequently produced.

Charles Condomine (Gary Lindemann), a novelist preparing research for a book about spiritualism, decides to host a séance (a ritual for communicating with the dead) with the medium Madame Arcati (Eileen Schuyler). He and his wife Ruth (Brenny Rabine) invite friends Dr. and Mrs. Bradman (John Romeo and Elisabeth Henry) to join them for what they’re certain will be a most entertaining evening. During Madame Arcati’s séance, she inadvertently summons Condomine’s first wife, Elvira (Yvonne Perry), who had died seven years earlier.

Only Charles is able to see and hear Elvira, which, of course, gives him the appearance of a madman, as he chats, argues, and spars with something invisible. Maggie Mancinelli-Cahill deftly directs the orderly chaos with a great knack for pacing and choreographing some wildly amusing concurrent exchanges between Charles and Ruth, and Charles and Elvira. Throughout, the Condomines’ clumsy housemaid Edith (the hilarious Kelsey Torstveit) navigates each scene like a puppy trying desperately to please without the slightest inkling how.

The role of Madame Arcati has inherent pitfalls. A grand, eccentric role, actors often fall into the trap of playing her as a caricature; I’ve know of productions where men in drag have played the role. Eileen Schuyler, to my mind, embodied her to perfection. She is a down-to-earth Englishwoman in sensible shoes who is entirely comfortable in her unusual calling. This is essential for Blithe Spirit’s humor: that a real human being creates the pandemonium. Schuyler gets it, and proves a superb anchor for the entire production.

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The local actors who comprise the rest of the cast are a talented bunch, yet I didn’t feel that all of them fared quite as well. John Romeo mugged and gesticulated whenever other actors had dialogue that excluded him, leaving me with the thought that he was doing nothing so much as trying to call attention to himself. It is an actor’s job to listen, and the rest of the ensemble was very good at that, including Elisabeth Henry, who was lovely, and elegant. Gary Lindemann has a pleasant presence, but he seemed to lack energy, even as Charles was in dire straits.

I’ve enjoyed watching Brenny Rabine in a variety of plays. She is a gifted, accomplished, generous actress, and she physicalized Ruth beautifully. Unfortunately, her English accent wasn’t on target. Her voice was rather nasal, her words over-enunciated, and I often couldn’t understand what she was saying. Yvonne Perry looked lovely and appropriately otherworldly as Elvira, but her accent drifted back and forth between English and standard American. She had some very funny moments when she tossed objects, like a single rose or oranges from a bowl, at others. Several times she twirled center stage, and this looked awkward when (I assume) the movement should have been lighthearted and celebratory.

The technical side of this production was top-drawer. Brian Prather’s set was sumptuous. Travis McHale’s lighting design and Rider Q.Stanton’s sound design were deliciously creepy and downright fun. The costumes by Howard Tvsi Kaplan were expertly executed, and I loved the sly wink in his transformation of Ruth toward the end of the play.

Blithe Spirit by Noël Coward, directed by Maggie Mancinelli-Cahill runs from April 6-May 6, 2018 at the Capital Repertory Theatre. Set by Brian Prather; lighting design by Travis McHale; sound design by Rider Q.Stanton; costume design by Howard Tvsi Kaplan. Cast: Elisabeth Henry as Mrs. Bradman; Gary Lindemann as Charles Condomine; Yvonne Perry as Elvira; Brenny Rabine as Ruth Condomine; John Romeo as Mr. Bradman; Eileen Schuyler as Madame Arcati; and Kelsey Torstveit as Edith.

Performance times: 7:30 p.m. Tuesday through Thursday; and 8 p.m. Friday and Saturday—with matinees 3 p.m. Saturday; 2 p.m. Sunday; and 2 p.m. Wednesday, April 18. Capital Repertory Theatre, 111 N. Pearl Street, Albany. Tickets range from $20 to $62.50. Students with valid ID: $16 all shows. For tickets and information, call Tickets by Proctors, 518.445.SHOW (7469) or visit capitalrep.org.

ADDITIONAL PRE- & POST-SHOW ACTIVITIES

Opening night includes live music from Zan Strumfeld in the café at 6:30 p.m., and complimentary post-show champagne and dessert from Bella Napoli Bakery. The Chef’s Table performance, on Tuesday, April 17, includes live Noël Coward numbers from Songs to Amuse (Byron Nilsson and Malcolm Kogut), and complimentary hors d’oeuvres for ticketholders from Yono’s/dp An American Brasserie, in the lobby, beginning at 6:30 p.m.

Complimentary tarot card and psychometry readings will be available to ticketholders prior to the April 13, April 20, April 27, and May 4performances from 6:30��7:45 p.m.

Readings of classics ghost stories by Story Circle members Kelvin Keraga (A.E. Coppard’s “Adam and Eve Pinch Me”) and Siri Allison (Richard Middleton’s “The Ghost-Ship”) will preface the evening performance, free to the public, 6:30 p.m. Wednesday, April 18. Discussions with representatives from Blithe Spirit follow the evening performance for ticketholders on Wednesday, April 25.

The Sunday, April 29 matinee is preceded by a Behind-the-Scenes event, which features complimentary light breakfast fare for ticketholders, and discussion led by theREP’s Producing Artistic Director Maggie Mancinelli-Cahill. Food service begins at 12:30 p.m., with the presentation following from 1–1:30 p.m.

REVIEW: “Blithe Spirit” at Capital Repertory Theatre by Roseann Cane Written as a soul soother for his beloved England, which was recovering from The Blitz and devastated by the continuing casualties of World War II, Noël Coward’s 

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"Miss Bennet: Christmas at Pemberley" Comes to Capital Rep

“Miss Bennet: Christmas at Pemberley” Comes to Capital Rep

ALBANY, N.Y.—NOV. 9, 2018—Bookish Mary Bennet is the middle child, even though she is a child no more. She is, frankly, growing a bit weary of being the responsible, stay at home one. Why can’t she up and live her own life, too?

In Miss Bennet: Christmas at Pemberley, Mary does just that, stepping up and stepping out.

The delightful Jane Austen-inspired show—at Capital Repertory Theatre, Nov.…

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Thriller "Paris Time" Opens at Capital Rep

Thriller “Paris Time” Opens at Capital Rep

ALBANY, N.Y.—JAN. 12, 2018—As you read this, it’s six hours ahead in Paris. As you read this, it is nowin Paris. Steven Peterson’s Paris Time is happening as we speak—as a couple’s peace, a young woman’s life and a company’s fate are challenged by an anti-Semitic terrorist incident. Sometimes a broken windshield is a harbinger, but sometimes it’s a red herring, too. Paris Time is being given its…