By Michael E. Miller
By Allie Conti
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By Michael E. Miller
By Allie Conti
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St. Paul, Minnesota
Anyone who would dis the Backstreet Boys just doesn't get it: Sam Chennault just doesn't get it ("After the Flood," August 4). The beautiful and talented blend of voices the Backstreet Boys possess comes along only once in a lifetime! Who is he to put a damper on something positive the whole family can enjoy?
It really doesn't matter what the BSB sing. They could sing the Barney theme song and it would be tremendous! I say, to each his own. There are enough haters in the world. Why be one of them?
I'd rather take my money and friends to Little Havana: Regarding Julienne Gage's story about the new Café Nostalgia in the old location of Paco's Tavern ("The Ballad of an Old Cabaret," August 4), after a recent dinner and stroll on Miami Beach's piazza, Lincoln Road, I talked my friends into moving the party to Collins Avenue and 34th Street. There at Café Nostalgia we met with a lonely doorman requesting a $20 cover charge. Give me a break! On Saturday night at 11:30, and on the week of Julienne Gage's article no less, hardly a soul was lined up to get in and not much noise was coming out. It just wasn't enticing enough for us to lay down the twenty bucks a head.
We had been to Paco's when it was a fab flamenco dive, drinkin' the night away to great music (no cover). And we had been to Café Nostalgia at its 41st Street digs, which was just okay (you could do better Latin clubbing in Little Havana). Café Nostalgia didn't survive there even next to The Forge.
Now on 34th and Collins it may have a nice paint job and cool photographs on the walls, but have you seen the Versailles Hotel? It's not the Delano! It's not South Beach! Who does Nostalgia think they can fish in there at $20 per person? German tourists?
I'll take the spring rolls and a quart of oil: I just had to write in response to Bill Citara's review of Jumbo Chinese Restaurant ("Grease Pit," August 4). Having grown up in the Miami area, I too have eaten at that "restaurant."
When I read Citara's review, I was literally crying. It was hilarious! Keep up the good work.
I'll take that little fishy right there: I read "The Freshest of Fish" by Pamela Robin Brandt (July 14), in which she lamented the lack of Chinese restaurants with tanks of live fish and seafood. She might try Tropical Chinese on Bird Road in Miami. I believe they have tanks. But I do know that in Broward, both Hong Kong City on State Road 7 and Silver Pond on State Road 7 have tanks and extensive seafood menu items. Both are very good, especially in the context of South Florida, where one would think there would be many good Chinese restaurants but in fact there are not.
Let's see -- they both come from cows, so maybe thereis no difference: I think it's about time to hire some professionals to do New Times's restaurant reviews. The current critics don't know the difference between a hamburger and a filet mignon.
If the chefs don't spit, you must acquit: Restaurant critic Bill Citara is the best you've ever had. He should be an attorney arguing before a jury. Or maybe an advertising writer. He has such a great way with words and emotions. Let's see more of him.
Including certain readers of a local free weekly: I recently got a call from a person who was responding to an ad in New Times regarding a fundraising event. I didn't get to explain much to her because she spent most of the time making fun of my English (which is not bad at all) and talking badly about people in Miami-Dade County -- well, Hispanics. Last time I heard, the United States was composed of people from all over the world, and unless you are a Native American, you really have no right to complain. At first I was very angry but then I thought to myself that Miami-Dade is full of not only Hispanics (among other races and nationalities) but also some very ignorant people.
I'm not angry anymore, but I actually feel sorry for the woman. She is just plain old ignorant, because that's what discrimination and racism is: ignorance. If she only knew that by trying to put me down she only made me feel prouder of my heritage and made me want to embrace all the different people, cultures, and languages spoken in our city and country. Instead of wasting her time feeling bitter toward other people, she should try to learn more from other people and lose some of the hatred and ignorance she carries. It's not very healthy.
Thanks for reading this! I didn't know who else to write to, but since she did mention she saw the ad in New Times, I thought you might listen.