Not to turn this into blogging.flannelcakes.la or anything, but today we were at Musso and Frank to celebrate my birthday, and although I’m sure they offer other lunchtime foodstuffs, flannel cakes simply must be obeyed.
There are three older guys at the bar as we come in. (This is
around 11:00 AM, for those of you keeping score.) There were some raised voices at the bar after we were seated, but I wasn’t paying attention until two of the guys get up to go to their table, and as they pass the third one, one guy tells him to, and I quote, “Kiss my ass.”
We are in our usual booth next to the bar, so I see the aggrieved lush (a morning regular, as we were later informed: martini and a Heineken) grumbling as the two gentlemen are seated behind us. The guy at the bar gets up, pays his tab, and walks past us, drink in hand. At this point I got a nudge from my man, as he had a better view and was confident that something amusing was about to happen.
The injured party walks over to the guy seated at the booth, grumbles something about ass-kissing, and TOSSES HIS DRINK ON THE GUY! He then walks out, Johnny Wetpants in hot pursuit. Apparently there was further friction either on the other side (with the counter) or in the parking lot, which we were not privvy to, alas.