Mr. Father- Lunch
Hey New York/Dean and DeLuca- Eat your heart out...oh wait this is your place, never mind.Hokay so this place doesn't take reservations, but when you go to ask for a table they ask for your last name.
my Last Name is "Father" I say.
"oh Like Mr. Father? in Beverly Hills?"
"that's Me" I say.
I like this Way of working because They kind of Make you name drop, there's no awkward moment of do you know who I am, because they just come out and ask 'Who the fuck Are You?"
Poppsicle on the left, chowdown on the right. This is becoming a bit of a constant sight at the end of meals. should I be worried? is me manliness in peril?
Bottega Louie- and this where things start to go Dark
If your about 6' and using the mens urinal at BL this what you might end up staring into. let's not talk aboot it though.
Seven Grand
Bar 107
I have no Idea where this is
Ciao
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