Snow job: On my annual ski trip to Colorado over the last several years, I have noticed a decline in civility at ski areas. I know some people may think it is unfair, but I blame the snowboarders. They take up more than their share of space on the slopes, and their bad attitudes are very evident in the lift lines.
But to imply that bad manners can result in murder, as Julie Jargon did in her April 17 "Boys Gone Wild," seems like a stretch to me. I agree that Breckenridge made a mistake with its off-color advertising, but it seems that wherever there is too much testosterone and alcohol -- whether at a bar in downtown Chicago or at a ski resort -- there could be trouble. Snowboards parked outside are optional.
Thrills and chills: I enjoyed Julie Jargon's "Boys Gone Wild"; at the same time, I was horrified by the story. Being a lifetime skier, I found it very interesting reading.
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The mayor's the man: I am becoming irate over various criticisms of Mayor Wellington Webb, including Kenny Be's April 24 Worst-Case Scenario and Patricia Calhoun's "The 7 Percent Solution," in the April 17 issue. In my opinion, Mayor Webb has been, by far, the most dedicated, competent and conscientious mayor that Denver has had in my 48 years of residency. He has been genuinely responsive to Denver's needs and has been instrumental in lifting Denver out of its "cowtown" image.
Mayor Webb has been highly fiscally responsible in bringing new revenues to the city of Denver, and in keeping DIA and other city entities on extremely good financial footing. As to any alleged "budgetary deficits," that blame lies entirely with the economically/ mentally challenged incompetents who are currently inhabiting the White House in Washington, D.C.
I say "Three Cheers for Mayor Wellington Webb!" He has earned and well deserves any and all perks due him, now and following his mayoral stint, and I hope there is at least one grand memorial built for him. I predict that it will a long time before Denver ever again enjoys a mayor of Wellington Webb's stature and dedication.
Big Mac attack: David Holthouse's April 17 "Want Flies With That?" was a brilliant little article...as scathing as a splash of hot fryer oil in the face. I'm making plans for my family to perhaps camp for a couple days at that Daddy Bruce Mickey D's backyard habitat so we can take in the wonderful sights and sounds of urban nature. I hear tell there's a pigeon aerie above the grill vents.
Kitchen confidential: Since Jason Sheehan's debut column, I have followed each and every restaurant review and its subsequent backlash with some amusement. I have read all sides, from those who love his behind-the-scenes takes on all that goes on in a kitchen to those who despise the very ground Sheehan walks on.
But crybaby Dave Query, you take the cake. Your petulant response last week to Jason's quite accurate review of Rhumba ("Going Nowhere," April 17) finally convinced me to write a letter to Westword. Thanks, Dave, for signing each restaurant that you are associated with so I can never visit them. There is no way I could consider enjoying a meal at your restaurants knowing that your management would resort to name-calling and vulgarity in a response to a critical review.
It's Sheehan's job to be a critic. If you can't handle a professional critique, then maybe it is time to, as you say, step away from the "demands and pace of a professional kitchen."
Critical mess: Goodbye, Westword!
I am a foodie...a person who people come to for restaurant, food and wine recommendations. People who know me know that my passion in life is food and wine. I've met the chefs of and eaten at some of the top restaurants in this country -- LeCirque, 21, River Cafe, Normans, Domaine Chandon, Phillip Jaunty and Cellars in the Sky -- and have eaten private dinners at Joseph Phelps, to name a few. I've been reading the Westword restaurant reviews for twenty years -- that is, until about a month after Jason Sheehan started writing. I used to go out of my way to pick up the latest issue, to make sure I was making the correct weekend restaurant choice. Not anymore.