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"I'm sure people who even hate G.W. get sick of reading your dribble.Get over it, you bleeding-heart liberal pieces of shit!"Published on February 20, 2007 at 6:50pmCafé, February 1, 2007 Love Him or Hate Him
Wat's wrong: Ian Froeb's review of Queen of Sheba ["Wat's New"] misses the fact that the restaurant is Eritrean (rather than Ethiopian), and misses the first appetizer on the menu, an Eritrean "bread salad," which is one of the best items on the menu. But mainly he's pissy time after time. It is not the restaurant's fault if he spilled food on his sweater. That the owner chose a location that has housed two failed restaurants need not be rubbed in. The lamb is not "deeply gamy," it is normal lamb from a restaurant supplier. Likewise, if he can't keep from mixing the foods on his plate together, that is not the restaurant's fault, and calling the color of the mixture "a shade of crimson darker than blood" is negatively loaded speech this excellent restaurant doesn't deserve.
In four visits I have never experienced cigarette smoke, and the Ethiopian music is played at very acceptable levels. Mr. Berake, the owner, is planning a coffee ceremony, which Mr. Froeb might have discovered by asking. This guy should be writing ad copy for used-car lots, not restaurant reviews. I dare you to print this letter and respond. My first show there was with my mom; she tried early on to get me into jazz, and she took me to Flora Purim in 1983. But I was born with metal in my veins. I missed Pantera/Exodus/Suicidal Tendencies in 1990 because I was at Clapton that same night. But in 1992 I started going all the time. Tora Tora, King's X, Fight (with Rob Halford), Pride & Glory (with Zakk Wylde), Korn with Limp Bizkit, Slayer with System of a Down, Decendents with Less Than Jake, Helmet, Kid Rock with Monster Magnet...sooooo many others. I remember a show I paid money for and never got to see the band! It was Pennywise. The second band's singer had on a kilt with no underwear. He was flashing people during the set. When Pennywise hit the stage, twenty or so cops came in and the show was over because of the kilt guy. Pennywise never played a song.
It was buying a soda and steam coming off the ice because it was 120 degrees in the venue. It was some random guy jumping on the stage and jumping up on a metal bar on the ceiling and going the length of the club on that bar. Mississippi Nights just ruled. I still have the RFT with the Mississippi Nights ad promoting the Nirvana show — somewhere.
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