Well, here I am back at Vanderpump even though I don’t really like it because I like the bartender. Mainly hoping to avoid crazy Danish princesses.
Et voilà. Stacy made me a huge Monkey 47 martini—we share a profound love for it—and all is right with the world. Christ, I shouldn’t say that, I’ve probably jinxed everything now.
Okay, a couple Italian girls with very nice very tan legs just sat next to me and I am not minding this visit at all.
And now I’m loving Stacy even more because, a little peckish, I asked if she preferred the beef Wellington sliders or the mini-monsieurs. She said, ‘Well, the monsieurs are just grilled cheese, right?’ Which helped me decide they weren’t very special haha. I guess in French the menu should really call them messieurs.
(I’m the guy who—when the server asks if there are any questions—has LOTS.)
(Bouchon has a FANTASTIC madame, incidentally, which is a monsieur with an egg on top.)
@AlliFlowers Me, too :)