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Regarding Leah Blewett’s review of Walnut Street Supper Club:
The first time I heard about this place it sounded like it sucked, glad to hear that’s backed up. If you want Italian food and singing, go to Victor Cafe. The food is better and there’s no weird kitsch like at this place.
ANONYMOUS, via philadelphiaweekly.com
Referring to the service as “overbearing,” the format as a “transport,” and the manager as a “boob,” is the quintessence of FATUITY for a reviewer writing one of the most irrationally wicked criticisms of a restaurant that I’ve ever read. Not being a persnickety connoisseur as Leah Blewett projects herself to be, I won’t say much about the cooking, quality and taste of the food, except that in three visits my companions and I have assessed it excellent. However, being a multimedia artist, I do declare [Blewett’s] eye for creativity, innovation and vision needs a magnitudinous monocle. And her writing style cries out for anger management.
KETAN BEN CAESAR, Philadelphia
Regarding Matt Prigge’s review of “Changing the Game,” a film set in North Philly:
Mr. Prigge, as usual with his reviews, is way off the mark with his short-sighted and cavernous review of this film. I was there at the screening for this film at the Art Museum and saw the audience go on a complete emotional journey with this involving and engrossing tale. You would be hard-pressed to find a better, more universally satisfying, and consummate film such as this one.
HOWARD JAMES, via philadelphiaweekly.com
Break of Daughn
Regarding Elliott Sharp’s review of Daughn Gibson’s new album:
Great review, would really like to see Daughn live. The real interesting thing about this album is how it takes something as basic and grounded as country, and brings it into the postmodern and, at times, indecipherable realm.
PETER, via philadelphiaweekly.com
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