Hanging at Hal’s

There is no way in the world that I would intentionally wind up in a celebrity-catering restaurant like those compiled by Kathie Jenkins for Calendar’s restaurant listing (“Knowing Where to Nosh With Celebs,” Nov. 13).

I am not a masochist or doormat who enjoys being placed in humiliating situations. I become combative if someone attempts to sneak in line ahead of me and my party.

Places like Hal’s Bar and Grill, reviewed by L.N. Halliburton (“Hal’s: When You’re Haute You’re Haute,” Nov. 13), do not interest me. I refuse to support restaurateurs with poor attitudes toward the non-celebrity public. If the restaurateur behaves in a discriminatory manner towards his diners, then the hell with him.

MARI WILLIAMSON

Los Angeles