Without a doubt one of the best and funniest reviews I have read. Thank you.
A long time ago, my late husband and I were dining in a very recently opened restaurant in Sag Harbor. It was crowded, lots of tables had finished dinner, the tables were not being cleared. No one was bussing. The young couple who owned the restaurant were besides themselves. I was opening week. They staff was AWOL. They needed help. My husband and I looked at each other, we stood up, walked back to the kitchen. We discovered the lone proprietor chef and no one else. Dishes everywhere. We introduced ourselves, my husband looked at the dishwasher, it was similar to one he had run when he was a student in seminary, he nodded, and said, "What do you want me to start with?" Chef pointed to the akimbo stack of dinner plates. I grabbed an apron and cleared tables. Calm descended, order restored. Yes, we paid for our dinner. The owners gave me a Remy Martin shirt.
They were check to jowl to the American Hotel. I hope they made it.
Such a fun piece about Le Marseille! I lived in the Sunset years ago. I wish I’d dined there. Your writing then and now is wonderful! Will your film be screening on the West Coast (L.A. in particular) anytime soon?
No worries. You can substitute parsley - or leave it out altogether. The thing is that the cooking changes the flavor of the cilantro, so even haters don't notice that it's there.
That restaurant review was hilarious! The yellow pages part was such a throwback, it is amazing to think that in the old days Ma Bell could make or break a business, although that restaurant sounds like it wasn’t doing much to help their business along.
Without a doubt one of the best and funniest reviews I have read. Thank you.
A long time ago, my late husband and I were dining in a very recently opened restaurant in Sag Harbor. It was crowded, lots of tables had finished dinner, the tables were not being cleared. No one was bussing. The young couple who owned the restaurant were besides themselves. I was opening week. They staff was AWOL. They needed help. My husband and I looked at each other, we stood up, walked back to the kitchen. We discovered the lone proprietor chef and no one else. Dishes everywhere. We introduced ourselves, my husband looked at the dishwasher, it was similar to one he had run when he was a student in seminary, he nodded, and said, "What do you want me to start with?" Chef pointed to the akimbo stack of dinner plates. I grabbed an apron and cleared tables. Calm descended, order restored. Yes, we paid for our dinner. The owners gave me a Remy Martin shirt.
They were check to jowl to the American Hotel. I hope they made it.
Sometimes patrons do the darndest things.
Ahhh. The SF Chronicle Pink Section. Wish you were still the restaurant reviewer here!
So French... and in America ! The whole thing is one of those life giggles. Thanks for sharing.
As a Native Richmond District woman, I enjoyed your article on the Sunset. The neighborhood is now getting many more good restaurants.
Read your review over morning coffee and laughed all the way through. Thank you for bringing joy to my day.
The review of Le Marseille is one for eternity! I'm still laughing, and will have to wait to read the rest of La Briffe. Delicious.
Your posts always make me feel two things, Ruth: hungry and missing France!
Such a fun piece about Le Marseille! I lived in the Sunset years ago. I wish I’d dined there. Your writing then and now is wonderful! Will your film be screening on the West Coast (L.A. in particular) anytime soon?
I love the pork recipe but can you recommend a cilantro replacement? I just can’t eat it. I know. I know.
No worries. You can substitute parsley - or leave it out altogether. The thing is that the cooking changes the flavor of the cilantro, so even haters don't notice that it's there.
Amazing!
That restaurant review was hilarious! The yellow pages part was such a throwback, it is amazing to think that in the old days Ma Bell could make or break a business, although that restaurant sounds like it wasn’t doing much to help their business along.
It's warming up down her ein Australia's south west but still enough cooler days for a pork and tomatillo stew, or at least a riff on it