Worked in a pretty nice restaurant in Providence RI while in school. Frank Sinatra was up at the civic center and we knew he would be down for dinner.
Well he arrived with a bunch of young girls dressed in these southern bell type dresses with all the material underneath. Well I wanted to meet Frank, I gave the front waiter a 100 bucs ( a lot back then) and let me do the bananas foster for the table. Well I'm going right along with my
gueridon all st up and I'm now bullshitting with Sinatra not to mention my checks. All the licquers were kept on the bottom. So I make this big production of lighting the pan from up hi. and I just throw the match under the cart. Well five minutes later all those puffy dresses were on fire. The french owner was running around with a fire extinguisher. It was a mess!!! to say the least. Well the dresses were out, things had calmed down and I was just numb standing by the swinging doors to the kitchen. Staring at the floor. Then I feel hand on my shoulder and I get spun around. It was Mr. Sinatra. I figure I might as well run for the back door. He asks me my name and I tell him. Oh, you from New York? I said yes and he stuck $300. in my chefs coat pock and told me those damn broads were off key all night. See you next time kid.
I swear, true story!!
Well he arrived with a bunch of young girls dressed in these southern bell type dresses with all the material underneath. Well I wanted to meet Frank, I gave the front waiter a 100 bucs ( a lot back then) and let me do the bananas foster for the table. Well I'm going right along with my
gueridon all st up and I'm now bullshitting with Sinatra not to mention my checks. All the licquers were kept on the bottom. So I make this big production of lighting the pan from up hi. and I just throw the match under the cart. Well five minutes later all those puffy dresses were on fire. The french owner was running around with a fire extinguisher. It was a mess!!! to say the least. Well the dresses were out, things had calmed down and I was just numb standing by the swinging doors to the kitchen. Staring at the floor. Then I feel hand on my shoulder and I get spun around. It was Mr. Sinatra. I figure I might as well run for the back door. He asks me my name and I tell him. Oh, you from New York? I said yes and he stuck $300. in my chefs coat pock and told me those damn broads were off key all night. See you next time kid.
I swear, true story!!