Were any eggs cracked?
The lives of the rich and famous are tougher than mine. When I stop by a burger place, I can count on the meat going between the two pieces of bread. Not that simple, when you are rich and famous.
Yesterday, social media was on fire. A younger-than-me man had been banned from a trendy bistro, because he offered to make his own omelet. Of course, the back story wasn’t so simple. Being rich and sort-of famous does not give you unlimited insult vouchers, and in this case the owner of the establishment took things personally. Actually went so far as to “ban” the recalcitrant wanna-be chef.
I don’t fully understand what it means to be banned from a restaurant. There are so many others to try for comparable value and flavor. Do they put wait staff on sentry duty. Do they install special filters on the reservation system to ward off individuals that want to make their own omelets? I don’t know.
Anyhow, this was a classic tempest in a teapot, and the omelet guy is now unbanned. Short stay in purgatory. Barely enough time to crack a few eggs.
Given the obvious “look at us; we are rich and famous” arc of the story, could this be a simple advertising stunt. Were any omelets spoiled (by mixing some eggwhite in with the egg yolk?) Is that how one prepares a tasty omelet? I’m unfamiliar with high end cuisine.
Maybe hat was missing was a song and dance routine. A tiny musical version of Omelet Madness. We’ll never know, because the ban barely made it to one day old.
