Letters to the Editor

Letters for November 2, 2000

Frank F. Denninger

Particularly when it comes to bad grub: I read the angry letter from a reader ("Dusting Off the Mustang," October 19) regarding Jen Karetnick's review [of Mustang Sally's] ("You've Got to Be Kidding," October 12). After reading a few of her other reviews, I'm already a fan. I am a true foodie and give hands-on cooking classes in people's homes. I used to live in San Francisco and was hooked on Patricia Unterman's restaurant reviews in The Examiner and the Chronicle. She was very knowledgeable about food and restaurant service and refreshingly candid in her reviews.

I find both The Herald's and the Sun-Sentinel's restaurant critics very middle-of-the-road. Let's face it -- one can't like everything about one's dining experience. Also, I like everything broken down into details. If I read one more red-sauce Italian restaurant review that raves about garlic rolls or antipasto (read: iceberg lettuce with cold cuts), I think I'll scream! Unfortunately, living in Pembroke Pines, I'm relegated to formulaic chain restaurants.

I am looking forward to following Jen's lead as far as trying out a critically acclaimed restaurant. Knowing as much as I do about food and my passion for cooking, dining out has got to be as good as or better than I can prepare. I've had it with mediocrity in food preparation; the core of a head of lettuce in my salad bowl or worse, a pool of water at the bowl's bottom. Then there's the wait staffer named Kristy, Brandi, or Meghan who couldn't care less or who giggles when you complain about your meal. Oh, Jen -- can we talk?!

Keep up the good work, and I'll surely continue to be a fan.

Alice Colin
Pembroke Pines

Editor's note: Readers won't have Jen Karetnick to kick around for a few weeks. Blame her son, Jeremy Simon, who was born October 19. Weight: seven pounds, two ounces.

Maybe it will reopen as a Mac and Don's: I didn't even bother to read the review of Mustang Sally's. I've been going to that restaurant since it was City Slickers (even had my wedding reception there), then Beverly Hills Café. Each time it closed, it caught me by surprise, as I always liked the food and would show up to locked doors. So when it opened again as Mustang Sally's, my wife and I just assumed that, despite the name change, everything would be fine.

Wrong! I wasn't biased by any review, but if the Sunday brunch is any indication, I won't be back. The food was poor to mediocre, the service was too friendly (the waiter looked like Maynard G. Krebs and sat down at our table to "chat" about the daily offering), and when I asked for orange juice, I got a glass of what I can describe only as murky water with an orange smell. When I asked for water, the waiter repeatedly nodded that he hadn't forgotten us while he continued to wait on other tables. My wife remarked that it looked like the entire establishment was being run by teenagers.

I don't know what drugs were slipped into the Herald reviewer's drink (could have been that weird OJ), but this place just ain't got it. I have nothing against Cooper City, but Mustang Sally's will probably go out of business quicker than the better restaurants preceding it. And not because of location.

Gary Barth

Due to an editing error, the October 19 cover story ("Swamp Wars," Bob Whitby) misstated the Florida Biodiversity Project's funding source for its lawsuit against the National Park System. The lawsuit was funded by a private foundation. New Times regrets the error.

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