Eat Your Words

Kudos to Jeff Allen for his restaurant review! (“Good as Grandma’s,” Oct. 29) Having dined at Trattoria Lucca a few weeks ago, I must say his take was right on, as well as one of the best written reviews I have read in any publication. Seriously, his writing is almost edible in his lush descriptions, as well as right on point with respect to the value-to-price ratio, the cuisine, and every other respect.

Most restaurant reviews I have read turn out to be nothing like my experience, so it is so refreshing to have a writer who actually knows what he is talking about and, more importantly, knows how to write.

Linda Shoyer

Folly Beach

A Good Laugh

It is impossible to believe either that Jeff Allen’s review of Trattoria Lucca is unbiased or that it was not written by Chef Ken Vedrinksi himself. (“Good as Grandma’s,” Oct. 29) While some patrons may have had acceptable experiences at the restaurant, here was ours:

We went with a party of seven and a reservation on a recent Saturday night. We were being seated at a nice table when the hostess told us to get up and move to a table next to the kitchen. The dim lighting required the use of a flashlight to read the menus. The bizarre menu presents some sort of point system for appetizers that is impossible to decipher. The appetizers came and were all loaded with salt. When the main course arrived (also too salty), everyone was served except the guest of honor. She had ordered triggerfish, a wonderful delight in good Charleston restaurants. As time went by, we finally summoned a management-looking man who told us they were out of triggerfish. By now, everyone else was halfway through their main course, and she declined any more food. Then, having bought two bottles of wine during “dinner,” two of us ordered wine by the glass. The waitress, while serving the woman to my right, let my glass fall off her tray and onto the table, shattering and spilling wine all over me and the woman to my right. Things were so bad that they were laughable.

We paid our bill, leaving an undeserved 15 percent tip — rather than our customary 20 percent. Once in the street, a management-looking man ran after us and expressed the wish that we would try Trattoria Lucca again. As Tony Soprano would say, “Forget about it.”

Gordon C. Strauss

Mt. Pleasant