My beautiful wife just got around to reading my posts about Le Bec Fin from 2000? 2002?
She thought my letter to George Perrier was too nice---she was probably correct.
My wife was the ultimate victim of the Le Bec Fin fiasco--the wait staff brought her a Thymus Gland (Sweetbread) instead of Veal. For those of you not familiar with that delicacy, it's not for everyone.
She complained to me right away---I tasted it and thought it was V-E-R-Y tender veal.
Eventually she found our waiter (there were 6 of them, a managerial problem I think) and he admitted the mistake.
He should have comp'd our $75 lunch---instead he offered us a complementary dessert (dessert was free).
From that point on, the phrase that many Philadelphians utter when they are getting a lousy meal took on a different meaning
"Where do you think you are, Le Bec Fin?"
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