I Spy Something Different

Yesterday, when all my troubles seemed so far away, I learned, during a short interview with BLT Steak founding chef Laurent Tourondel, that he was in Dallas for a few days. Curious to see the joint with the head honcho in the house, I put on my best bag lady outfit and headed (back) out for a front row center seat at the bar. From our perch, my buddy Grumpy and I watched the international chef whip his Dallas staff into shape. And he whipped them good—they scurried around like scared wittle wabbits. Guess who else was there? Abacus execuchef and lobster shooter god, Kent Rathbun. He was holed up in the private dining room with a bunch of guys. Wonder who they were? BTW, BLT, Grumpy wants to know the name of the “hottie” at the hostess stand. Methinks she is underage.