My family was on vacation in Miami. The pinnacle of the vacation was the dinner at the infamous Joe's Stone Crab. If you've never been there... it's amazing. Or it was.
Joe's is old school and does not take reservations. You slip the Maître d' a twenty (or in our case a fifty because there nine of us) and then tell him the password. Yes. There's a password. And fuck you guy's I'm not telling you. Eh. It could be bullshit, anyway.
So we slip the Maître d' some cash and give him the high-sign. And he says "Yes Sir, just twenty minutes!" Where as other people have been waiting for an hour or more. Twenty minutes goes by. And then twenty more. What's up I ask. "Yes Sir, just ten minutes!" Excellent. My mother is beginning to get a bit drunk and on the verge of singing King of the Road. So we better eat soon. Finally the Maître d' saunters over "Your table is r..."
And then suddenly he turns, his eyes brows pop up, and he yells" Ladies and Gentleman - it's FAB-io! FAB-io is here! Right this way FAB-io. And he up and takes that son-of-a-bitch and his entourage to our table.
He then comes back a few minutes later. "Mr. FAB-io isn't it exciting... Oh. You. It will be a half hour... "
Based on my encounter with him at Whole Foods in another city earlier this year, I concur...he really likes connecting with people...he has a good sense of humor...and he knows WAY more than he should about whey protein.
My family was on vacation in Miami. The pinnacle of the vacation was the dinner at the infamous Joe's Stone Crab. If you've never been there... it's amazing. Or it was.
Joe's is old school and does not take reservations. You slip the Maître d' a twenty (or in our case a fifty because there nine of us) and then tell him the password. Yes. There's a password. And fuck you guy's I'm not telling you. Eh. It could be bullshit, anyway.
So we slip the Maître d' some cash and give him the high-sign. And he says "Yes Sir, just twenty minutes!" Where as other people have been waiting for an hour or more. Twenty minutes goes by. And then twenty more. What's up I ask. "Yes Sir, just ten minutes!" Excellent. My mother is beginning to get a bit drunk and on the verge of singing King of the Road. So we better eat soon. Finally the Maître d' saunters over "Your table is r..."
And then suddenly he turns, his eyes brows pop up, and he yells" Ladies and Gentleman - it's FAB-io! FAB-io is here! Right this way FAB-io. And he up and takes that son-of-a-bitch and his entourage to our table.
He then comes back a few minutes later. "Mr. FAB-io isn't it exciting... Oh. You. It will be a half hour... "
'Hey! What about my fifty?"
"Ok...maybe an hour."
OMG.
He invented the hot flash.