Belly Up

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For as much rock-and-roll hype a certain barbecue-sushi joint in downtown Santa Rosa enjoys, its only connection to rock music is loud volume. To truly eat like a rock star, one needs simply to walk a few doors up the street.

Gray Rollin, chef of the new downtown Santa Rosa restaurant Belly, has been a personal touring chef for bands Kiss, Motley Crüe, T-Pain, Tori Amos and Linkin Park. His new restaurant serves what he calls “new American” cuisine; it’s a melting pot of styles from the 40 countries he’s visited while on tour. There is no central theme, other than using ingredients from the West Coast and making diners happy, and he knows the route to that goal. “When your belly’s full, you’re happy,” says Rollin.

Belly’s offerings will change with the seasons. Menu staples, though, include the crispy pork belly ($20) and the Asian quinoa and kale salad ($10). The pork belly is crusted with ginger, garlic, salt and pepper, seared, then braised for about six hours in sake and hoisin sauce. “It’s literally the first thing we do every day,” says Rollin. “We use about four bottles of sake for it.” The result is a big hunk of tender, almost pull-apart pork belly; the crust is crispy, and the pork flavor shines.

Rollin has worked wonders with the belly, and he accomplishes a similar feat with pulled pork. It’s smoky, in a somewhat sweet sauce, and again the pork flavor sits atop the palate, right out front where it should be. But putting it on a pizza ($13) diminishes its appeal. The pizza dough serves only as a sloppy vehicle for the meat—a pork hoopty, as it were—and the cheese dampens the overall flavor. It would be better on its own, served like the belly, or perhaps in a corn tortilla with fresh coleslaw.

Elsewhere on the menu, however, comfort-food successes are plentiful. The delightful two-hog mac and cheese ($10) features both Mexican and Spanish chorizo mixed in with every kid’s favorite TV dinner. Though presented in a grownup manner, the rush of nostalgia from eating mac and cheese is thankfully kept intact.

Rollin calls his fare comfort food “with a twist”; that twist includes worldly influences and healthy salads like tuna nicoise and roasted beet with goat cheese. On tour, he has to keep at least one meal kosher and one organic, gluten-free and vegan, so he’s familiar with dietary restrictions. “I don’t cook with a lot of butter or too much fat,” adds Rollin. “I’ve been around these guys long enough, so I know what makes them happy.”

Being on the road and making food for a superstar band like Linkin Park means Rollin knows good rock-band tour cooking isn’t just about what’s on the menu; it’s also about when meals are served. Upon arrival, Rollin will have at his disposal a few hundred dollars of local currency, a translator and transportation to make sure the band’s meals will be ready on time. Sometimes, he’ll get a call to have dinner ready in 15 minutes, and sometimes this happens when there isn’t much available. While on tour with Blink 182, Rollin got a request from guitarist and singer Tom DeLonge for ahi tuna, but it’s not exactly of the freshest quality in Saskatoon, Canada. A stickler for quality, Rollin suggested DeLonge wait until the band stopped in Vancouver a few days later. “Whatever happens to that band, if I feed them and they get sick, that’s my ass,” he says. “I mean, I’d let down 60,000 fans because one guy got sick.”

He himself would be one of those fans, most likely. “My first tour was with Motley Crüe—that’s my favorite band,” says Rollin. “And I used to listen to Linkin Park in college to get pumped up before playing baseball games.” Now he gets to watch each night from the stage. Dream job? “It is,” he responds coolly with a slight smile.

Between tours, Rollin now has a home base, a restaurant to try new recipes out and hang up memorabilia, like the autographed crash cymbal from Linkin Park that sits above the 28 tap-bar at Belly. The beer selection is an admirable list of local and well-known microbrews, rotating based on availability and taste.

Though their lifestyle brands are similar, Rollin doesn’t fear competition from the frosted-tipped, flame-shirt-bedecked chef who owns the well-established Tex Wasabi’s, located on the same block. “He and I actually had the same tour bus driver,” he says. “I think he’s a great chef, and I’ve heard he’s an awesome guy.”

The buzz is that there’s a chance Rollin will be on an episode of Chopped in the next couple months, and he says he’s fielded calls about doing other television shows. “My name’s on the radar,” he says.

In other words, watch out, Guy Fieri—there’s another bona fide rock-star chef nipping your heels.

Belly, 523 Fourth St., Santa Rosa. 707.526.5787.

Grohl’s Coming

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Consider this your final heads up: BottleRock Napa Valley is coming to kick out the jams in wine country like never before.

Kicking off with Macklemore on Wednesday, May 8, the festival continues through Sunday, May 12, with a lineup rivaling that of any other major festival: the Black Keys, Alabama Shakes, Flaming Lips, Jackson Browne, the Avett Brothers, Bad Religion, Jane’s Addiction, Zac Brown Band, Dirty Projectors, Primus, Kings of Leon and many others. (Just before press time, Furthur canceled, citing Bob Weir’s health issues.) A comedy lineup with Kristen Schaal, Tig Notaro, Jim Gaffigan, Rob Delaney and more is on tap, as well as tons of food, wine and other summertime kickoff fun.

This Monday, BottleRock presents Dave Grohl (Nirvana, Foo Fighters) in person at the Uptown Theatre, screening his film Sound City and conducting a Q&A. Tickets are $100, but in keeping with the BottleRock mission, it’s a benefit for autism causes.

Dave Grohl in Napa? Announced at the last minute? Is there anything these crazy BottleRock guys can’t do? Be in the presence of Nirvana royalty on Monday, May 6, at the Uptown Theatre. 1350 Third St., Napa. 6pm. $100. 707.259.0123.

Fiesta Grande

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Roseland is a 100-year-old neighborhood that’s only a mile from city hall, and yet it is not included in, though surrounded by, the city limits of Santa Rosa. Officially, the city’s reasons for failing to welcome the neighborhood into the city involve sales tax and redevelopment; coincidentally, it is home to the highest concentrated Latino population in the Santa Rosa area. Make no mistake: this is Santa Rosa’s biggest shame.

But for one night, Roseland, the bastard child of city planning that for decades favored a sales-tax revenue base over the well-being of its residents, gets to rise above. The always-packed Cinco de Mayo celebration on May 5 is more than the mariachi bands, the tacos, the lowrider cars, the breakdance contest, the chicharrones. It’s the night Roseland gets to sing its presence, loudly, until the day that annexation into the city finally comes. The alcohol-free, family-friendly party is free, on May 5, at the old Albertson’s parking lot on Sebastopol Road. 3pm-9pm.

GRINDING HALT

What if the stalled economy stays that way? It’s highly possible, according to Richard Heinberg, author of The End of Growth: Adapting to Our New Economic Reality. A frightening clarion call for environmental awareness, Heinberg’s latest argues that natural limits on fossil fuels, a growing population, high levels of debt and continued underemployment are all signs that the pipe dream of an ever-expanding GDP could be well over. Author of 10 books and a senior fellow at the Post Carbon Institute, Heinberg speaks on “Navigating the New Economic Reality” on Wednesday, May 8, at the Glaser Center. 547 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa. 6:30pm. $10. 707.568.5381.

Reflected Notes

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Forty years into a professional life as America’s most versatile rock and blues keyboard player, Bill Payne is testing the waters as a solo performer. The Little Feat cofounder already has a personal creative outlet as an accomplished photographer, but musically, he’d always been a collaborator. Until now.

“I thought about it for a long time, to be honest,” Payne explains over the phone from his Montana home north of Yellowstone National Park. “I just could not figure out how to do it. Do I go out there and play a lot of old Little Feat songs that the band doesn’t play? What do I do?”

The result is “Tracing Footsteps: A Journal of Music, Photography and Tales of the Road,” which stops off at Mill Valley’s Sweetwater Music Hall next week, with Grateful Dead archivist and publicist Dennis McNally opening and facilitating a Q&A session with Payne and the audience.

Payne’s answer began to emerge when he started writing songs with Grateful Dead lyricist Robert Hunter, four of which appeared on Little Feat’s most recent recording, Rooster Rag. Payne credits the success of that partnership to their shared visual approach. “His lyrics provide a real cinematic approach for me as a guy trying to come up with melodies and chords. So it’s a good handshake.”

With the band “on hiatus for a while” due to guitarist Paul Barrere’s health, Payne says, the pieces seemed to fall into place. “Lo and behold, I was in possession of a lot of songs. I was also singing more the last few years with Little Feat, so my confidence in that area grew.”

But he also wanted to share more than his music.

“I thought, why don’t I share my photography, why don’t I share stories from not only Little Feat and being a road warrior, [but] all the years of being in the studio and all the things that come [from] this curve of creativity I’ve been enjoying for the last . . . well, since I was five years old.

It was at that tender age, he recalls, that he first found musical inspiration in the vista from his family’s Ventura home. “I lived up on a hill, I had a view of the Pacific Ocean, all the attendant weather patterns, and I would go from the big picture window and wander over the piano as a little kid and try to replicate what I just saw.”

These days, as he’s able to capture those visions explicitly on film as well as musically, Payne has finally found a way to combine it all, as he puts it, “under one tent.”

Pale, Paler, Pinkest

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Word is that demand for the rosé wine category is strong, so there’s little need now to lecture on its virtues. The hot tip today is “bespoke rosé.” That’s the term of art at Bonny Doon Vineyard, anyway, describing their pink wine made-to-order like a tailored suit. These crisp quaffs capture the zippy acidity and peak freshness of grapes that were picked just to be pink.

Bedrock 2012 ‘Ode to Lulu’ California Rosé ($20) Those unfamiliar with this style might think it suspiciously pale—pale like an arctic dawn that will not arrive, like a watered-down memory of salmon-pink, one part to 10. Like Blanc de Noirs. The nose is aggressively flinty, while calling up a memory of Baskin Robbins peach ice cream—the kind with the little frozen chunks of peach—at the same time. Surprising texture and stone fruit flavors hint at barrel-fermented Roussanne, but the cool, crisp fruit and fleshiness are just a tease that keeps the sipper sipping. 12.3 percent abv. ★ ★ ★ ★

Slang Wines 2012 California Rosé ($16) Made by Argot Wines, this pale Grenache-based beverage has a bit more color than the Lulu, with wild, real rose aromas and strawberry daiquiri, as smelt at arm’s length away. Pink grapefruit and underripe strawberry flavors quiver on a crisp palate, and what’s this—kettle corn, toasty oak? If there’s sizzling subtlety, this is it. An incredibly low 11.3 percent abv. ★★★★

Bonny Doon 2012 ‘Vin Gris de Cigare’ Central Coast ($16) Identical color as the Slang, crisp and a bit bitter like a can of fruit cocktail after the fruit is gone. The Vin Gris was a trailblazer, but this one’s so subtle, there’s not much to it. 12.5 percent abv. ★★½

Mill Creek 2012 ‘Santa Rosa’ Dry Creek Valley Dry Rosé ($19) Confusing name, geographically speaking: “It’s just a name,” the winery tells me. But you better bet it’s dry. Familiar, bright pink color, a little floral, with bitter maraschino cherry flavor, it’s Merlot, Zinfandel, and Cabernet Franc picked especially for this result. 14.5 percent abv. ★★★½

Horse & Plow 2012 North Coast Rosé ($17) Sour cherry and scoury, like a Brut rosé without the sparkles. Much of the fruit comes from Testa Vineyards northeast of Ukiah, where they have made lemonade—pink lemonade—out of their roster of old-fashioned grape varieties. 68 percent Carignane. 13 percent abv. ★★★

Pedroncelli 2012 Dry Creek Valley Dry Rosé of Zinfandel ($12) Now, is this just an affected way of saying white Zinfandel? Nope, they’ve been making this since 1951. Bright pink, with sweet cherry chapstick aroma that builds in the glass, but ducks away as soon as it’s swirled. Dry, as advertised, with watermelon candy flavor. 13.9 percent abv. ★★★

Hunky Masa

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Women want him. Men want to be him. But all he wants is a good tamale. This summer, Ben Flajnik is the Hungry Bachelor.

As the star of one of the highest-rated seasons of ABC’s The Bachelor, the Sonoma winemaker returns to the public eye in a nontelevised, non-taped episode of the hottest non-existent reality show ever not made. On Cinco de Mayo, Flajnik must make a choice: which tamale will win his heart, and the last and final rose? From which Mexican state will it hail? Will it be made by a sweet, loving abuela with a generations-old recipe? Or a hot, young newcomer who watches a lot of Food Network?

Univision news anchor Maria Leticia Gomez is also judging the tamales, reporting her findings accurately and without bias. And the panel is rounded out by Randy Jackson of American Idol, who will proclaim each tamale more fantastic than its predecessor by saying, “Yo Dawg, that was literally da bomb.” (OK, OK, that one’s fake—Randy Jackson will not be there.)

Will Flajnik take part in the ballet folklórico? Will attendees agree with the panel’s tasting results? Will the combination of bouncy houses and pork-filled masa torpedoes turn out to be a bad idea? Find out on Sunday, May 5, at Cornerstone Gardens. 23570 Arnold Drive, Sonoma. Noon to 5pm. $15–$25. 707.480.1805.

Rights Left Behind

If you’re confused as to why it took an army of hundreds of militarized police to catch one wacko 19-year-old, then you’re not alone. Even my conservative, NRA-member brother-in-law who lives near the events in Boston has been radicalized. The defenders of our security put hundreds of bullet holes through houses along the street, miraculously avoiding civilian casualties, while it took some guy going outside to have a smoke to find the kid. Making a mockery of the Fourth Amendment, the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) invaded and searched people’s homes, then questioned the suspect for 16 hours without reading him his Miranda rights. Strangely compliant, people then cheer and wave the flag.

The original patriots would be appalled at this sad ending to a sad week in America. So would President Washington, who warned us about military takeover. So would President Eisenhower, who warned us about the military-industrial complex.

The Supreme Court says that government drones can spy on your property without warrant, and federal judge Colleen McMahon has ruled that American citizens can be executed by the executive branch of our government without a hearing or public justification. Now the DHS has asked Congress to expand drone use in the United States to ensure “public safety.”

Close to 5,000 people have already been killed by drones, a policy endorsed by President Barack (Nobel Peace Prize laureate) Obama, netting one terrorist for every 50 civilians. This occurs mostly in countries where we are not even at war, such as the latest terror bombing in Yemen. How can we not expect these misadventures abroad to harvest more bombings at home?

The week’s events coincided with CISPA, the Cyber Intelligence Protection Act. Passed by the House, but blocked in the Senate for now, CISPA would allow wholesale harvesting of data from your phone calls and email for governmental and military use.

If you want to fly your flag at half-mast this week, fly it for the death of the Fourth and Fifth amendments of the Constitution of the United States—torpedoed by our own drones.

Pieter S. Myers is a printmaker living in Occidental.

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Painted Up

The commercial French films of today may not be breaking any aesthetic or narrative boundaries, but they still play well to those unnerved by the mayhem and loudness of American movies.

Director Gilles Bourdos’ Renoir celebrates tradition—even if it is a tradition critiqued from the point of view of the rebellious three sons of the master artist. The action takes place during World War I. Pierre Auguste Renoir (Michel Bouquet) is old and diseased in body, his hands almost too gnarled by arthritis to hold a paintbrush. The canvases are his last expression of summery idylls.

In person, however, the artist has blunt, almost Germanic manners, even if old Renoir insists things worked out for the best. He started off as a painter on porcelain for the dishware industry, and he’d still be doing that work if industrialization hadn’t ended the craft. Ultimately, he reasons, life is best if you drift like a floating cork down a stream.

This passive, peasant viewpoint drives his three sons mad. The youngest, Claude (Thomas Doret), called Coco, is on the verge of open rebellion; he’s been in a smoldering adolescent fury ever since his mother died. Coco has a new cause for his wrath: the arrival of a new model for the old man’s brush, a tough yet refulgent demiactress named Andrée (Christa Theret). In one scene, Coco’s sexual jealousy at seeing this red-haired trollop nude on a daily basis worsens his mood, especially when asked to arrange props around her.

Andrée also captures the interest of older brother Jean Renoir (Vincent Rottiers) when he returns from the battlefields with a scarlet Y-shaped scar on his thigh. We don’t know him as a film director yet, just as there’s no indication that Coco will someday be the cinematographer Claude Renoir.

Lensed by Mark Ping Bing Lee (In the Mood for Love), Renoir believes that there’s no underrating the pleasure of watching other people paint, and of seeing a sullen if nicely built woman posing in the humidity of the morning.

‘Renoir’ is playing at the Rafael Film Center and Summerfield Cinemas.

Mortal Coil

Ann Brebner, who celebrates her 90th birthday this August, waited a very long time to write the bittersweet, supernaturally tinged drama The Dead Girl. Having directed hundreds of productions all over the world, it wasn’t until recently that the co-founder of the Marin Shakespeare Company began tackling the craft of playwriting. In 2008, she adapted Anne Lamott’s novel Hard Laughter.

And now, at last, Brebner has written her first original play. Presented by San Rafael’s Alternative Theater Ensemble (a magnificently quirky company presenting top-notch original and classic plays in make-shift pop-up spaces—usually stores and galleries—along San Rafael’s Fourth Street), The Dead Girl, directed by Brebner, is staged amid the tables and clothing racks of Avant Garde, a consignment shop. With a cast of four actors, the tale plays out around a tiny living room set, with the audience about as up close and personal as one will find in a live theater experience.

Gloria (an effervescent Amy Marie Haven), six months after her death at the age of 30, finds herself back at home, a kind of watchful spirit as her mother, Esther (Emilie Talbot, achingly fragile), and stepfather, George (a superb Charles Dean), struggle with a mix of grief, loss and guilt while making plans for a long-delayed trip around the world. Her fiancé, Malcolm (David E. Moore), is also struggling with how, and when, to move on.

These are people with no dark, third-act secrets to reveal, which is part of the power of this play. It all feels so painfully, accessibly real—two parents dealing with loss the way most of us would, with a simultaneous mix of courage and collapse, observing the same everyday routines while recognizing that nothing will ever be the same.

Packed with local references, Brebner’s dialogue is wonderfully lived-in and natural, infused with intelligence and poetry while still managing to feel everyday and universal. When a grieving Esther says of herself and George, “This is my family tapestry. There are only two colors now. There used to be three,” the line resonates with gentle sadness.

The script does feel a bit overextended, with a tad more explanation and resolution than is perhaps necessary, and Brebner’s use of music to underscore the emotion of some scenes was at times more distracting than intended.

Still, for its sweet, intimate honesty and remarkable sense of battered beauty, Ann Brebner’s The Dead Girl was well worth waiting for.

Rating (out of 5): ★★★★

Ride for Rhythm

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Three years ago, Fred Poulous discovered that his daughter’s school music program was in danger due to budget cuts.

Determined to help raise funds, the owner of Mombo’s Pizza founded the Mombo’s to Mombo’s bike ride, which for the last two years has raised over $8,000 for music programs at Brook Haven school. For the third year, Poulous is also donating to Pine Crest, and has a goal of raising $12,000. “At Brook Haven, these kids love their music program so much that they are there at 7:30,” Poulous says, “an hour before school starts.”

Along an easy, 20-mile flat route, the ride travels round trip from the restaurants in Sebastopol and Santa Rosa, where there will be plenty of pizza. If the 20-mile distance is too challenging, there’s a half-ride option, and new this year for those with toddlers is a four-mile “Mini Mombo” ride to BBQ Smokehouse Bistro in Sebastopol, with free pork sliders. For longtime locals, the event has sparked memories of the Brass Ass pizzeria’s famous “Ass to Ass Run” in the 1980s. “It’s wonderful that we can carry on the tradition,” Poulous says.

The Mombo’s to Mombo’s ride is on Saturday, May 4, starting at 560 Gravenstein Hwy. N., Sebastopol. Registration is from 10:30am–1pm. $25 donation encouraged. 707.823.7492.—Taylor May

Belly Up

Rock-star chef delivers worldly comfort food in downtown Santa Rosa

Grohl’s Coming

Nirvana drummer to present film at Uptown Theatre

Fiesta Grande

Roseland is a 100-year-old neighborhood that's only a mile from city hall, and yet it is not included in, though surrounded by, the city limits of Santa Rosa. Officially, the city's reasons for failing to welcome the neighborhood into the city involve sales tax and redevelopment; coincidentally, it is home to the highest concentrated Latino population in the Santa...

Reflected Notes

Little Feat keyboardist plays storytelling set

Pale, Paler, Pinkest

Drink rosé while the sun shines

Hunky Masa

Women want him. Men want to be him. But all he wants is a good tamale. This summer, Ben Flajnik is the Hungry Bachelor. As the star of one of the highest-rated seasons of ABC's The Bachelor, the Sonoma winemaker returns to the public eye in a nontelevised, non-taped episode of the hottest non-existent reality show ever not made. On...

Rights Left Behind

Our slow, sure chipping away of the Fourth Amendment

Painted Up

In 'Renoir,' the most important sense is sight

Mortal Coil

Afterlife and healing in 'The Dead Girl'

Ride for Rhythm

Mombo's ride raises money for music in schools
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