Letters

Interestingly, I don't recall Wolf threatening to throw me out of his restaurant because the appetizer was "so awful." Prego wasn't even Wolf's restaurant. He was just a customer there, a customer who, at the time, didn't know me from Adam. Was Gold searching for some dramatic effect to embellish his article, at the expense of my reputation and the facts? Was he simply trying to shape a version of what he calls "the secret history of California pizza" to reflect his own biases? Or was he publicly throwing himself into the category of those who find mention of my name inconvenient?

In fact, I must not have made too bad an impression that day in San Francisco, because soon after, I was flown to L.A. and offered the pizza-chef position at Wolf's soon-to-open Spago.

Jonathan's wasn't the worst review in the world, and if he had left it to his opinions of my food or café, I would not find fault. Perhaps he knows better than I the shortcomings that warrant being called an "oddball" and a "genius" in the same breath. But I am now 42 years old and haven't been referred to as "boy" in a long, long time. In my world-view, language like that is intended to offend.

--Ed LaDou Studio City

BLACKMUN

DEAR EDITOR:

I'd like to thank the L.A. Weekly for its recognition of the late Supreme Court Justice Harry A. Blackmun ["Last Wishes," March 12­18]. Your inclusion of segments of a dissenting opinion that has become a fundamental legal foundation for abolitionists nationwide was both appreciated and moving. I look forward to coverage as challenging and penetrating of California's addiction to state-sanctioned murder. I wish you continued success.

--K. Bandell Norwalk

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