Zen and Freud's Last Session

Our Thursdate started with dinner at Zen... on our realtor's dime.  Yep, when asked about our favourite restaurant (Um... do we have one?), we figured sushi was pretty special and chose one on that.  Some time later, (thank-you) gift certificates showed up in the mail! 

Paul's never been to Zen.  But even though I had, I noticed different details such as tell-tale signs that this was once a Brewster!  Though, I guess the etched name and beer mug logo on the table could just mean Zen bought their tables...

Anyway, we briefly mulled over the menu, acknowledged we didn't have a lot of time to choose, and picked the Love Boat (which had a selection of items chosen for us). 

A wooden boat arrived not long after -- in real ship shape!  It was delightfully covered in sushi.  A lot of sushi. 

Some of the items were standard familiars, but others were a bit strange. 

Clustered near the middle were maki rolls that looked deep fried.  The menu revealled these were "Golden Philadelphia" rolls.  They were something just so utterly wrong in my mind to the whole sushi esthetic (Beef?  DEEP FRIED?!  CHEESE?!).  It was too weird for me.  Good thing Paul liked them. 



With our time constraint, we ate all that food a little too fast for my liking.  But it was still so good.  Certainly more than adequate motivation to send more friends our realtor's way.  

We speed-walked to Holy Trinity Church (Fringe rules still applied to holdover shows) and made it! We even managed to find seats together (if a bit far away from the stage). 





Freud's Last Session, was listed in the Fringe program as Comedy and Drama.  I think that was alphabetical.  My call for the fictional meeting between Dr. Sigmund Freud and C.S. Lewis the night before the outbreak of WWII: drama with a little bit of comedy.  Though... it could have been because so much of it was above my head.  I definitely need a history lesson and to read more. This post before hand would have helped too.  But even so, it was good.  Paul laughed really loudly at one point. (Wonder if I can find the quote...) 

Afterwards on the bus, my head was buzzing that feeling I was too awake and on the edge of something big... but was too tired to flesh it out once turning our attention to things like getting home.  The magic / high of good theatre?  Maybe.

The stylish set for Freud's Last Session at Edmonton Fringe 2013 highlighted the dream like quality of theatre.