Even as FringeArts 2013 is still unfurling in classic, classy fashion — the dancers in homemade high heels, the cued-up poop smells — let’s save a little room for the Feastival. Slated for Sept. 12 on Pier 9, the annual food party thrown by rest-aurateurs Audrey Claire Taichman, Michael Solomonov and Stephen Starr is a culinary benefit for FringeArts future, like booking next year’s fest and retrofitting the Columbus Avenue Pumping Station. “Feastival is great for two reasons,” says Fringe-Arts impresario Nick Stuccio. “It raises money for our mission and it is an opportunity to raise our profile in the business community.” OK, Nick, but you’re so skinny. You should eat something. “I love the food of Mike Solomonov and Peter Woolsey,” Stuccio states. “I’m also looking forward to strolling down Starr row.” As are we all. Feastival tix are still available, so go.
And let’s keep our nights free for Scott Johnston’s FringeArts’ after-parties at Underground Arts — this year’s official post-show watering hole. Johnston’s party is every night, but Philly’s not-quite-ready-to-move-to-NYC comic Doogie Horner is only hosting Sept. 14’s cabaret with the Ministry of Secret Jokes. Horner will also be around Sept. 13 for a standup-séance-signing of his illustrated new book, 100 Ghosts, at Brickbat Books on S. Fourth Street.
With Old City’s Arden Theatre Company gearing up for its season opener in October — Parade, another in the ongoing series of shows starring Jeff Coon and Ben Dibble, that company’s second stage, down the block on N. Second, is coming along nicely. “We’re in our final push of the campaign now and will be dedicating the building in mid-November,” says Leigh Goldenberg, Arden’s marketing and public relations manager.
Table 31 is closing Sept. 13 and I for one say “bravo,” Chris Scarduzio. Forget that he’s got two smaller-but-sweller restaurants coming, Avance at Walnut Street’s onetime home to Le Bec Fin plus that unnamed up-n-coming off-Passyunk bistro. I think Scarduzio pretty much gave up on T-31 when he turned it into a hateful striped-shirt-boy (and their MILFs) dance club with a crew more concerned about hockey games than haute cuisine. Just saying.
Speaking of places whose existence can make you uncomfortable, welcome back to Red Sky at the corner of Market and My Own Personal Hell. Maybe that’s where all of T-31’s elder ravers will head.
The late great Philadelphia tenor and South Philly museum frontman Mario Lanza gets two honors on cable TV’s TCM network this week: a full day of his movies (Sept. 18) and a new compilation, The Toast of Hollywood, featuring rarities from his radio show broadcasts in 1951 and 1952.
There’s a whole other Icepack, with photos, at the recently remodeled citypaper.net/nakedcity.