Letters

We had fifteen different desserts, each better than the last, and each presented with class and flair. Every dessert, from the white-and-dark-chocolate mousse cake to the butter-crusted peach-and-mango pie with fresh whipped cream to the "wildebeest" cake and the whole-wheat brownie served with espresso-chip ice cream, was served with free-form chocolate figures representing all aspects of Africa.

In my career as a sweet eater, I can finally say I had one night completely sated by desserts. Oh, yes, as soon as I get over this sugar high, I plan to try their regular dinner menu. Thank you, Jen Karetnick.

Martin D. Goodkin
Fort Lauderdale

Cafe: Carnivorous Bilge!
I haven't read any of Jen Karetnick's reviews because I am a vegetarian. But the concept of selling (let alone promoting) cooked and uncooked dead meat is so disgusting it makes my stomach turn. What is the point of rendering one full page every single week to promote animal slaughter? Is it too much to ask if I request New Times to stop all this nonsense? It's a fact that billions of people already eat dead meat every day with or without Jen Karetnick's column. If it makes her so gratified to promote this concept, she should realize that there are many people who find the column in bad taste.

Please do me a favor. Keep your carnivorous, bloody, voracious tongues to yourselves and I will keep mine.

Brihaspati Das
Coconut Grove