I sincerely hope that this is not a repeat, but I thought that some of you might feel that same as I do about this. I would pay dearly for a restaurant such as this. This is an excerpt from a book and the author is Steven Brust. He makes mention of chiles (peppers) quite a bit in his writings. The book title is "Athyra". I know a place where one could eat every day for half a year and never taste the same dish twice. Where the servers are discreet and efficient; you never notice them, but there is always a full plate in front of you and wine in your glass. Where the room is quiet and serene and tasteful, calling the diner's attention to the delight of the tongue. Where the appetizer is fresh, enticing and excites the senses like the first touches of love. Where the fruit is sweet and plump, or tart and crisp, and complements the cheese as the salad complements the bread - with reverence and solemn joy. Where there is a choice of wine to suit the most diverse taste, yet each has been selected with care, and tenderness. Where each meat is treated with the honor it deserves, and is allowed to unfold its own flavor in the natural juices the gods gave it, with touches of savory, ginger, or tarragon added to direct the attention of the palate to the hidden joys which are unique to that particular cut. Do you know what I am saying? A place where the mushroom and the onion dance with the wine and the peppers in sauces that fire the palate, and the sweet at the end of the meal is the encore to a symphony of the heart. Where there is quiet and ease, with only that conversation that flows like the wine from the bottle, easy and natural, and all else, save the sounds of dining, is the silence that food requires for it's appreciation. George J. Goslowsky Senior Software Analyst Intergraph, Corp (256) 730-8223 Run from light to shadow, Sun gives me no rest, Promise offered in the east, Broken in the west.