Rabbit Enthusiasm

There is little The Bitch loves more than the languid days of summer, when there is nothing but lawn darts, Parcheesi, backgammon, shuffleboard, and Wiffle ball to occupy twilight game-time. But one sport captures a canine’s heart like no other: catch-and-release bunny-chasing. So the intrepid hound’s ears pricked up at…

Letters from the Issue of May 18, 2006

Best Babble Sing sing: Before publication of “Best of Miami” (May 11), I took a long, hard look at the past winners of Best Karaoke and noticed the best in 2004 and 2005 both ended up firing the KJ shortly after publication. So I kind of hoped Karaoke Miami would…

Letters from the Issue of May 11, 2006

She’s Local Forget that Brando, dude: In the May 4 Miami New Times, the “DVDish” item by Robert Wilonsky about the Tennessee Williams Film Collection missed a significant opportunity for a Miami connection. You might have added an appropriate caption under the picture of the 23-year-old Marlon Brando and Kim…

Luxury Lounge

On a recent episode of The Sopranos, coke-snorting Christopher Moltisanti pestered Sir Ben Kingsley. The beleaguered mobster tried in vain to persuade the knighted actor’s character to help him snag some swag from the Chateau Marmont’s “Luxury Lounge.” Free shopping sprees available only to celebrities are part of perk lore,…

Letters from the Issue of May 4, 2006

A Triple for the Grove Playhouse Mittelman is just the beginning: Francisco Alvarado’s story “Now You See It” (April 27) about the Coconut Grove Playhouse makes me think I’ve gone through this before. Wasn’t the demise of the Florida Philharmonic just a couple of years ago? I was burnt once…

You’re the Man Now, Dog

Jonathan Riesco, the stalwart of the small Westchester neighborhood (The Bitch always mentally prefaces with so-called) known as the Bird Road Art District launched another successful show this past Saturday evening in his studio at 4552 SW 71st Ave. Riesco, a jovial redhead who often sports a papi chulo-meets-ska getup…

Letters from the Issue of April 27, 2006

A Warmup It’s coming May 11: I just wanted to give some feedback on two of your Best of Miami 2005 restaurant suggestions. We were recently vacationing in Miami Beach with two children and were looking for a good restaurant that would be entertaining to the kids. We chose Barton…

Letters from the Issue of April 20, 2006

Outside In Living saints of Kendall: I commend the Miami New Times for its splendid coverage in Emily Witt’s “Band of Outsiders” (April 13) of the positive work the Geraldis have done for people in our community. While serving as a principal of Neva King Cooper Educational Center in Homestead…

Penthouse and Pavement

The Bitch’s ultrasensitive ears have been picking up intimations of the pending closure of the Virgin Megastore at Sunset Drive and South Dixie Highway in South Miami. Although the store is often overpriced, and the Shops at Sunset Place is generally the biggest intelligence vacuum outside of Miracle Mile in…

Letters from the Issue of April 13, 2006

Dangerous Show Or as dangerous as theater can get, anyway: As Ed Bullins’s literary representative, I thought it might seem inappropriate for me to be writing to New Times about Joanne Green’s excellent review, “Devil Inside” (April 6). The play, The Taking of Miss Janie, which is being done at…

Are You Still Here?

The equestrians staging this month’s Miami Beach Arena Polo Cup are an informal cadre called the Polo Lifestyle Team. They are basically a group of very wealthy fellows from Argentina, Switzerland, Italy, and India, along with American nouveau riche such as Tim Gannon of Team Outback (yes, the owner of…

Letters from the Issue of April 6, 2006

When the Santos Come marchando in: In reference to Patrice E.G. Yursik’s story “Totally Jazzed” (March 30): I lived in New Orleans for three years until Katrina came to town. I chose to live there to do research on jazz and to experience the music in the place where it…

We’ll Make Great Pets

While taking a breather during a set at Saturday’s Ultra Music Festival, Brandon Flowers, the doll-like lead singer of the Killers, uttered an appropriate encomium for this year’s Miami Music Conference: “When music kills you, at least it doesn’t hurt.” The phrase aptly captured the overall essence of the week,…

Letters from the Issue of March 30, 2006

Recall the Pro and Con She gotta go: Regarding Francisco Alvarado’s “Total the Recall” (March 16): For government to work, elected public officials need to know they are supposed to serve the people, not the other way around. If we the people do not like the way he/she is conducting…

Letters from the Issue of March 23, 2006

A Weighty Responsibility To treat them right: As a Brit member of the U.S.-based fat acceptance site, Big Fat Blog, I just had to write and say how much I enjoyed reading Patrice E.G. Yursik’s refreshingly unbiased and celebratory piece “Big-Girl Sunday” (March 16). Given the subject matter of the…

The Tesseract

The Bitch has many times professed her love for the Sagamore at 1671 Collins Ave. in Miami Beach. It’s a long-held infatuation based on admiration for the open-to-the-public Taplin art collection in the boutique hotel’s lobby. But lately the dog-museumette relationship has been strained, owing to a sudden increase at…

Letters from the Issue of March 16, 2006

Bye Bye, Joey Cleanin’ up the house: In reference to “Arriola Resign? Fuhgeddaboutit!” by Francisco Alvarado (March 9): It looks like it may be time to say, “Adios, farewell, and good luck,” to Miami City Manager Joe Arriola. There is plenty of blame to be spread around at city hall…

Teenage Fan Club

The arrival of a 2007 calendar perplexed The Bitch. Wasn’t 2006 only three months old? She could conceive and birth several litters of puppies between now and 2007. And then she read this description of the calendar’s contents: “For centuries, golfers around the world have been mesmerized by the smooth,…

Letters from the Issue of March 9, 2006

A Cuban Chief of Police. How Cool! Maybe a café cubano con el jefe: Jeezzez Kriezz … what are Chuck Strouse and Francisco Alvarado trying to do? Get us a Cuban chief of police? Can you guys at least wait until I move to Seattle? I have very strong objections…

Crazy Delicious

Miam-uh has bent the South Beach Wine & Food Festival to its will; in only five years, the event has morphed from a one-day, academically affiliated, kitchen-rich conference for the cuisine world’s crème de la crème into a 100-hour party of consumption — conspicuous and otherwise. Yet those fortunate enough…

Johnny Be Good

He never did it. No way. No how. Miami Police Chief John Timoney contends he couldn’t have said, “Fuck the Cubans,” on February 12 at 1:00 a.m. at a party sponsored by Ocean Drive magazine. Since New Times reported the quote in a February 16 The Bitch column, the chief…