This gave me the sads.http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/201 ... ies-at-68/
Also reminded me of a fond memory.
One night long ago I was posted up at the Citronelle bar with my boss, pounding French Whores. (The drink, as recommended by the petite Somali bartender.) A plume of cigar smoke wafted over us. My boss, enjoying the power he had over his 6'8" lummox of an employee, directed me to go over and score him a cigar.
I dutifully walked up to the table which was the source of the smoke and explained my situation. The man who was obviously the ringleader laughed and invited me to take a seat with him and maybe 4 other gentlemen. Mild ball breaking ensued. Ringleader pulled a waitress over and bought me a cocktail, then produced 2 Cohibas for boss man and I. I recognized this to be a very gracious offer, but turned down the second Cohiba because it would just be wasted on me. Even more laughing and backslapping.
So naturally, ringleader was Michel Richard. He seemed like a guy you would just want to hang with, even if he didn't own the joint and dole out Cubans. I know for certain Bobby Flay and Jean-Louis Palladin were among the others. I wish I had been paying more attention, but, like I said, I had been drinking, this was long before the likes of Food Network, and I have never been a starfcuker.