Letters to the Editor
Strong, Silent Type
But in the courtroom John de Leon was a brawler: I don't know former ACLU president John de Leon very well, but I met him several times and believed from his quiet, thoughtful demeanor that there was a lot to him. Jacob Bernstein's excellent article ("It Takes a Cuban," June 14) more than confirmed my belief.
It's great to see the right kind of person get the accolades in this community.
Mayor Seeks Visitation Rights
Voters divorce Carollo, fight for custody, demand alimony: No wonder Mari Carollo is shoving out Joe the lout. After reading Robert Andrew Powell's article ("The Mayor, the Wife, the Sexpots," June 7) and seeing the "other women" in Joe Carollo's life (bimbos on parade!), it is clear to eye and instinct that Mari has the most class of all.
It's hard to fathom what she ever saw in Joe, a duplicitous, backstabbing scumbag. (Remember the Maurice Ferré incident? At a press conference in 1983 Carollo was expected to endorse Miami mayoral candidate Ferré. Instead he denounced Ferré as a racist demagogue!)
But don't worry, Joe. You'll always have love from Miami's citizens, the ones you hope to screw over with that 40-year extension of parking fees so billionaire John Henry can have his baseball sandbox to play in. The voters of Miami should divorce you too, Joe.
My only question is to the lovely and beautiful Mari Carollo: What took you so long to throw the asshole out?
Another Proud Graduate of the School for Scandal
Free weekly scribe provokes far-flung rebuke: In which school did Robert Andrew Powell study journalism? I do not know Mr. Carollo, and I do not live in Coconut Grove, but from that article I would say Mr. Powell would be better writing science fiction. What he described happening at Carollo's house that day was a lot of imagination. If Powell or his friends are enemies of Carollo, with this kind of journalism they are doing him a favor rather than something else.
The Food Corner: Fabulous Flapjacks
I strongly suggest you pig out on these peerless pancakes: I just had the pleasure of reading Lee Klein's review of the best pancakes ("The Flapjack Flip-Off," June 14). In my opinion the best pancakes are found at the Rascal House in Sunny Isles Beach.
While we all know and love the ambiance of the famous landmark, most people go there for lunch or dinner, but the breakfast is awesome. You sit down to a great assortment of little rolls and Danish that you devour along with piping-hot coffee. But you have to remember to leave room for the huge plate of buttery, delicious pancakes. I don't know how they do it, but the pancakes stay steaming-hot until the last bite. The heat stays trapped between the pancakes so every bite is scrumptious. The syrup is pretty standard but it does not detract from the flavor of the pancakes. I recommend it. And go on an empty stomach!
The Food Corner: Pasta Plea
What, do I have to go back to Brooklyn for my fix? Regarding Lee Klein's review of Sapori di Roma restaurant ("When in Roma," May 31), I'd like to throw in my two cents. We moved here New Year's Eve from the Italian section of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Now I live across the street from Sapori di Roma. We ate there upon arrival. After a foot of snow wreaked havoc on my move, I was exhausted and ready to attempt a celebration.
Well, I had to chalk up the meager portions, sloppy and slightly smarmy service, disappointing food, and joltingly high prices to New Year's Eve craziness. But we wanted to give a neighborhood joint a chance, so we returned. Mistake. Two pizzas, two salads, four glasses of wine, two small chunks of cheese -- $80! I almost fell out of my chair. Again, the food was just okay, the portions were small, the menu wasn't interesting, and service left a lot to be desired. How can they possibly justify those prices?
I'm used to Bamonte's and Cono & Sons O'Pescatore. On their worst days, any dish at those restaurants is heads and shoulders above the best at Sapori. John Franco, relief pitcher for the Mets, who looks like he should ride his delivery bike to the mound in his kitchen whites, complained that he couldn't get good Italian food once he left New York City. He bought a house in Staten Island just because of the food. Could he be right?
Lee Klein stated at the end of his review: "Truth is I can get superior Italian fare for the same money or less at pasta places right here on the Beach." Where oh where are they? Please help. I'm starving!
The Food Corner: Roman Rebuttal
If you can't think Italian, at least write Italian: I'm sorry, but Lee Klein doesn't know what he's talking about. I'm Italian from Rome, and Sapori di Roma is one of the most original restaurants in Miami.
First of all, Klein should learn to write Italian. It's not linguini but linguine. Then he suggested oregano on the puttanesca? Never heard of something like that in my whole life.
By the way, Rome is not New York. I think this gentleman should review McDonald's. Maybe he would show more knowledge and professionalism.
Caterina del Piero
The Food Corner: Sticker Shock
If this is what you call inexpensive, we'd rather starve: As a faithful reader of New Times, I was excited about the possibility of learning about new restaurants to visit after picking up this year's "Best of Miami" (May 17). Since I constantly look to New Times as a source of reliable, accurate information -- especially about restaurants -- I was happy to see that a place near to my home in Miami Beach was awarded "Best Inexpensive Italian Restaurant," Macaluso's on Alton Road.
When my boyfriend and I went, strictly because New Times described it as inexpensive, we were absolutely shocked to see the prices, which were not cheap by any stretch of the imagination. Realizing that we would be unable to afford even a soda (or the $4.50 garlic bread) with our meals, we walked out and went across the street to Master's Pizza instead, a truly inexpensive Italian restaurant. We both ate fresh, delicious food and tipped, all for just seventeen dollars.
What is New Times's idea of expensive if Macaluso's is considered cheap? It's just downright misleading.
Name Withheld by
The Food Corner: Klein Confusion
In the best of all possible Lees, he'd be rich and famous: Everyone tells me how much they enjoy my reviews of restaurants in New Times. I tell them with a blush: "No, that's the real Lee Klein, I'm the teacher."
There are several of us in town. One is a woman who raises money for kids with cancer. She is the Lee Klein you might see on the society pages where the women are smiling their uplifted smiles. We have gotten calls for her from desperate parents.
One is a surgeon someplace here in South Florida. Rich guy, probably. One is the New Times critic, and one is moi. I am in the graduate creative-writing program at FIU and teach creative writing at MDCC. My spouse hopes one day I will be as famous as your Lee Klein or as rich as the other Lee Kleins. Maybe I should change my spelling.
Anyway, Lee Klein the restaurant critic will always have at least one huge fan.
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