Arts ©Entertainment
Thursday, January 26,1995 Page 9
Country singer to
take stage tonight
By Joel Strauch
Senior Reporter
Hang on to your 10-gallon hat
— country superstar Doug
Supernaw will be giving a
bootstompin’ show tonight at
Guitars and Cadillacs.
Matt Rohlfs, the club’s enter
tainment director, is anxious to
have Supemaw back at his club.
“This will be his second ap
pearance here,” he said. “It’s
gonna be one of the hottest shows
you’ll see here in Lincoln.”
Supemaw dlebuted with “Red
and Rio Grande” in 1993, and
had two No. 1 songs — “Reno” -
and “Don’t Call Him Daddy.” —
from that album.
He is currently promoting his
latest effort, “Deep Thoughts
From a Shallow Mind,” which is
receiving a lot of airplay on 96
. KX, one of the promoters of
v Supemaw’s show.
Frankie Leising, a reception
ist for the radio station, said that
Supemaw’s show last year was
spectacular.
“He brought Brook Berringer
(the Comhusker quarterback) up
on stage and was wearing his
jersey,” she said.
Rohlfs also remembers the
crowd getting into Supernaw’s
last appearance in Lincoln.
“Oh God,” he said, “they had
a blast.”
Supernaw’s popularity has
increased over the last year, and
that has helped Guitars &
Cadillacs’ ticket sales.
“He’s definitely been big on a
. club level,” Rohlfs said. “Ticket
sales are going through the roof.”
Lei sing, who also works for
the club, said she is looking for
ward to the show this year.
“This show will be phenom
enal,” she said. “Doug called us
and said that he’s bringing bail
money, so he’s ready to party.”
Local band Unforgiven will
open for Supemaw. The show
starts around 9:30 p.m. at Guitars
and Cadillacs, 5400 O St., and
tickets will be $15 the day of the
show.
New kid on the block
sy uerry Benz
Restaurant Critic
There’s a new face in down
town Lincoln’s sandwich busi
ness, and it’s Doozy’s.
Doozy’s, 101 N. 14th St. (next
to the Hair Care Place), opened
about two weeks ago, and word
has spread quickly.
Doozy’s offers 11 varieties of
sandwiches in three different
sizes: the snacker, hamburger
bun sized; the half, a 7-inch sand
wich; and the whole, a 14-inch
sandwich. All breads are white
breads.
Sandwich prices range from
$1.45 for a Pizza Doozy Snacker
to $5.99 for a 14-inch Italian
Combo.
Doozy’s also-offers pizza in
three sizes: small (8-inch), me
dium (12-inch) and large (16
inch). Available toppings are
nothing off the beaten track, and
the pizza prices are comparable
at best.
Other goodies ottered at
Doozy’s are salads, three side
salads and three big salads, three
sizes of garlic cheese breads, chili
and Pepsi products with free dine
in refills.
Doozy’s will soon offer down
town delivery service during
lunch rush hours (11 a.m. to 2
p.m.), but there is no hint whether
campus or nighttime delivery is
on the horizon.
I chose to sample a half Meat
ball Doozy and a half Italian
Combo, a side of garlic cheese
bread and a Pepsi refill in my
plastic cup. Total cost of my meal:
$8.58.
I waited for my meal just long
enough to peruse half my news
paper.
The sandwiches were served
open-faced and piping hot. The
meatball sandwich was heaped
with very tasty cheese, but was a
bit lean on meat.
See DOOZY’S on 10
BretGottshall/DN
Shop all fun and games
By Gerry Beltz
Senior Reporter "
The Corner Cafe and Parlor
Games is owned and operated by
one family, the Pavey family, and
they want to run a place where
other families can come and have a
good time.
Father and son Darrell Pavey
Sr. and Darrell Pavey Jr. can fre
quently be found in Parlor Games,
the eastern half ofthe Pavey’s busi
ness, at 400 N. 48th St.
Here patrons may play, free of
charge, many board and card
games, plug quarters into video
games and pinball machines or
peruse the wide selection of games
and collectibles for sale.
“Typically, anything done in a
parlor is done at Parlor Games,”
Darrell Jr. said.
Meanwhile “Mom” Pavey and
her daughter, Christina Pavey, are
usually cooking something up next
door in the Comer Cafe. The cafe
offers a variety of hot dishes and
deli-style subs.
Christina said she took special
pride in the quality of her sand
wiches, which are available from 2
p.m. to 5 p.m. and from 8 p.m. to
10 p.m.
“I don’t pre-stack the meat like
other sandwich places in Lincoln
do,” Christina said. “It’s not sliced
so thin that you can see through it.”
Christina said she enjoyed work
ing with her family, adding that
she and her mother had been work
ing together in food service since
1988.
“I don’t know if I could work
with anybody else,” Christina said.
The Paveys briefly considered
applying for a liquor license, but
decided against it because they
wanted to maintain a family-style
atmosphere.
Darrell Jr. said a liquor license
would also bring on more clean-up
duties and additional insurance li
ability.
Darrell Sr. stressed that the
Comer Cafe and Parlor games was
a place for families to go and have
a good time.
“A lot of the game rooms in
town are, basically, not family
oriented,” Darrell Sr. said, “so we
stay away from the liquor license
and don’t even try to get one.”
Christina said the family wanted
the business to be a place parents
would feel good about.
“We wanted a clean
and a family
environment where
parents would feel
comfortable playing
video games with their
kids
■
CHRISTINA PAVEY
co-owner of the Comer Cafe
and Parlor Games
“We wanted a clean and a fam
ily environment where parents
would feel comfortable playing
video games with their kids,” Chris
tina said, “or letting the kids go
there without the parents getting
worried about them.”
The Paveys have been in busi
ness at this location since August
1994, and according to Darrell Jr.,
business is going “remarkably
well.”
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Superhighway leaving some behind in virtual dust
The next time I hear the word
“Internet,” I will vomit. Step back, I’m a
woman of my word.
The next time someone mentions the
information superhighway, I am spewing
chunks.
My sickness will not spout (well, it’ll
sort of spout, but it’s more of a spurt,
really) from any fashionable disgust with
the ‘net. Nor will it stem from any
nostalgic love for the way things used to
be before our world went on line.
I will lose my lunch (or dinner or
- breakfast, depending on the time of day)
out of fear. Dread. Scaredycatness.
I am afraid that I will be left behind.
I’m scared I will be the absolute last
person to move to the global village. And
when I get there, all the good apartments
will be taken.
The whole world will already be having
a great big virtual party, and I won’t be
invited. If I do go, I won’t know anyone.
I’ll come in late and hang out by the hors
d’ouevres until it’s time to go home.
--
I_;_-m
I won’t know any of the happening
cyberpunk lingo. I’ll be restricted from all
the coolest newsgroups. If I go out of
town, I won’t know anyone who’ll water
my virtual plants.
And by the time I’m finally acclimated
to the whole mess, the entire world will
have moved on to some other unimagin
able new technological breakthrough. I’ll
be an Internet expert and everyone else
will have mastered telekinesis. Great.
I’m used to trailing a few years behind
the latest technological breakthroughs.
Do you know how long it took me to
figure out my scientific calculator? I still
don’t know what half those buttons are for.
I’m just barely in control of my answering
machine. Almost every piece of technology I
own has functions I can’t comprehend. I
could probably end world hunger with my
VCR if I read the instruction book.
And now you want me to go blind and
get carpal tunnel syndrome while I live my
life via computer terminal like I’m in
some sort of twisted Aerosmith video.
Beyond my personal ineptness, another •
aspect of the Internet world,frightens me.
Whenever I hear people talking about die
network, they inevitably begin discussing
its steamier side.
It seems that perfectly normal people
are forming (sometimes juicy) relation
ships through the Internet. They’re
flirting, they’re dating, they’re ♦"‘kiss
ing**, they’re you-know-whatting, with
people they’ve never seen or touched.
A computer-literate friend has rational
ized her electronic liasons by telling me
how freeing it is to interact with someone
without worrying about physical appear
ance, inhibitions or preconceptions.
On the ‘net, no one needs to know
about your beer belly or your uncanny
resemblance to Mikhail Gorbachev. You
can just be the real you, which can mean
being someone else if that’s who the real
you feels like being.
Call me crazy and judgmental, but it
sounds kind of icky to me. I’m sure many
people form honest, healthy relationships.
But a lot of people seem to be hiding their
weaknesses behind their monitors.
Maybe I’m just lagging behind the
times again. I finally get a real boyfriend,
and everyone else has already moved on to
E-pals and Internet loves.
It figures. I was the last person in my
high school class to be kissed. Now, I'll be
the last person to be kissed on the Internet.
Rowell Is a senior news-editorial, advertising and
English major and the Daily Nebraskan Arts &
Entertainment editor.