Upset Tummy
Thank you for dining in my restaurant for lunch and dinner. [Cafe, "Plus ea Change," by Alison Cook, April 20] I trust your stomach felt much better after eating fettuccine Alfredo than mine did after reading your vicious article.

I wonder how a person such as yourself, whose job produces absolutely no goods and services for anyone, except for someone who lines their birdcage with your articles, can so easily attempt to harm the livelihood of so many people who go to work for Birraporetti's every day. In writing your article I'm sure you didn't take into account the impact your vicious words would have on the hardest working and most creative man I've had the pleasure of working with, Mr. Jim Mills. Mr. Mills and his staff work upwards of 80 hours a week producing our new "institutional" menu. I'm also sure you could care less about the many people who work in our restaurants, many of them for minimum wage, who get to hear about their hard work labeled as "gunk." Hard work and long hours are obviously two subjects you know little about. Your job appears to be no more than lunching with your snobbish friends and then sitting at a typewriter and blasting the very people who just served you. We should all be so unlucky, as to have nothing better to do with our time.

According to your article it will be a long time before you return to Birraporetti's, but when you do, please feel free to discuss your dining experience face to face. If something is not quite right then we will be able to correct it for you. You might even feel a sense of accomplishment helping to improve a business instead of hiding behind your typewriter attacking it.

George Gundry
General manager,
Birraporetti's Restaurants

Editor's note: To correct two small points: Alison Cook works extremely hard and extremely long hours, and she hasn't used a typewriter in years.

She'll Go to Birraporetti's First
I don't know much about food, but I know that Alison Cook is a tremendously good writer. Her review of the neo-classic American steak at Outback Steakhouse [Cafe, May 4] is a classic of its own.

One suggestion: I know Ms. Cook is busy, but would it be possible to go back to new restaurants about a year after the first review? I know not all restaurants last that long, but it seems to me a place like, say, the Empire Cafe should have a chance to show that it has taken your reviewer's words to heart and is no longer serving "baked egg frittatas [that] sing the dry texture blues." (Or, if those objects of scorn are in fact still being offered up to Inner Loop hipsters, we readers need to know that, too.)

Doug Miller

One Horse Town with One Daily
Who killed the Houston Post? All the usual suspects, as you state in your article ["Post Mortem," by Tim Fleck, Michael Berryhill and Jim Simmon, April 27]. But when a major institution like a newspaper in a major city like Houston is killed, then there are more than just the usual suspects involved. The political and business establishments here knew of course that the Post was dying, and they did nothing to save it. Its death is really upon their heads.

The Houston power structure has been remarkably monolithic and insular, especially since Bill Hobby got out of the newspaper business and into a politics in 1972. Those who control this city have done a superb job keeping all their cohorts fat and happy and conflict free -- everybody who's anybody has always shared the wealth. The only outsiders I know of that they have allowed in have been Mafioso, and that's primarily because Houston has been under the aegis of the New Orleans Marcello family, which has generously let its friends in Florida, New York, Chicago, Detroit and Kansas City come down here for a bite of the apple.

So the very idea of two newspapers is generally anathema to our civic and business leaders. It can lead to conflict and unpleasantness and awkward, embarrassing facts about them leaking out in the heat of competition. Hence the crocodile tears of Mayor Lanier at the news of the Post's death. Back when Oveta Hobby owned the Post, everyone knew she would do nothing to upset the apple cart, although I would like to think that if Bill had quit politics and run the paper himself, things might have been different. Instead, the Hobbys took the Canadians' money and ran.

The poor, naive Canadians! They came down here believing all the TV media and movie hype about friendly, open, stranger-welcoming, pull-yourself-up-by-your-own-bootstraps Texans. For example, when they thought the Chronicle was cheating on circulation, they figured the powers that be, fair-minded souls all, of course would get behind them. They figured wrong. They figured when they started doing more local investigative reporting, the powers that be, open-minded, truth-loving souls all, of course would get behind them. They figured wrong.

I'll never forget the attitude of Peter O'Sullivan, the Canadians' editor, when I wrote my first story for the Post, an expose of the conflicts of interest at the Harris County Hospital District, involving Texas Commerce Bank, at that time a sister institution of the Chronicle, and other powerful institutions. He was really gung ho. He figured that all the fair, civic-minded leaders in Houston would get behind this exposure of cronyism. He figured wrong. As the days went by and we ran even more stories and nothing happened, O'Sullivan's optimism waned. The writing was on the wall. I remember when Hearst bought the Chronicle from the Houston Endowment for $415 million, after an investigation by the Post forced them to add another $15 million. Doug Creighton, the Canadian CEO, was chortling: no way the Chronicle is worth $415 million. I told him it would be if it were the only newspaper in Houston. He said that would never happen. But when the Typhoid Mary of the newspaper business, Dean Singleton, offered them their money back plus some profit, they jumped out of here as fast as they could. I would like to believe that if the Houston establishment had supported the Canadians, they would still be here running the Post.

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