COO COOS

Poor Ruth Reichl has to go to dinner in a lovely restaurant every night while the rest of us sit home eating meat loaf--though you never would know it from her inane columns on wine festivals, foodies, baby chefs, etc. (“11 L.A. Chefs Cook Up One Big Dinner,” Nov. 17).

And why is she always cooing, oozing and fawning over Piero Selvaggio? Aren’t there any other restaurateurs worth mentioning? If I ever read another word about Primi or Valentino I’ll cancel my subscription.

Lois Dwan, please come back.

DONALD OLSON

Canoga Park

Dwan isn’t all gone. She’s on Page 93.