Yesterday's column was as badly ' written as I've written in some time. Let's see if I can do a better job today,
How did I know they were H'mooners? The first thing they orderedwas a bottle of champagne ad They told me and then, unhappy Honeymooners in Booth #1 sent back their filet mignons.
On receiving the perfectly good steaks Chef goes mad and sends me back with the steaks and a scathing lecture on the fine art of butchering . At the daughty Mermaid filet mignon is served with a fine ruff of fat around the darling little steak which of course is what put them off their food so to speak.
This was not airy lacy fat not by a long by a long shot but Chef adamantly defended his choice of cut. It adds more flavor He came out to apologize to the customers and with a split of (cheap you may be sure)champagne they were thrilled at having met the fabled Chef (only well known in various rehabs)
They paid the tab, gave me a nice fat tip "for getting that scary chef away from us " we all went to our various homes.
Chef took a breather - several shots of rum that would render the average drinker prone - on a bad night he thought he was in Nicaragua where Rum is - the water of Nic
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