A "Tony" steakhouse is where gumbas like Paul Castellano hang out,as shown below.
Posted on 01/26/2013 1:00:54 AM PST by SMGFan
A tipsy Italian tourist tried to stiff a tony East Side steakhouse on his tab before his NYPD-assisted arrivederci, police sources said Friday.
Graziano Graziussi, who spend the night in jail after a dispute at Smith & Wollensky, was carrying $118 in his wallet on the night when he challenged the $208 check, said NYPD Commissioner Raymond Kelly.
Read more: http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/italian-tourist-simply-pay-kelly-article-1.1248327#ixzz2J4OOH9wj
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correction-—chef
Very funny!
There’s a long, sordid story I have about a NY restaurant and a wallet.
I was taking my son and his GF to a day in the city. We were eating at the Tribecka Grill and when it came to pay, I noticed my wallet was missing. Between them, the two guests didn’t have a nickel . Neither should they have, b/c they were my guests. I lost $300. in cash and all my credit cards....and ID. Fortunately, the maitre-d’ was understanding, and helped me negotiate a cash advance, with one of my card companies., to pay for the tab and tip, and enough cash to get a cab up uptown to our garaged car. Imagine the embarrassment and concern. We called the NYPD...and their basic attitude was *forget it* . *The wallet is gone, you’ll never see it back.* We even canvassed the trash cans ourselves, up and down the area, in hopes they only took the cash, and dumped the wallet and IDs.
Well, the thieves were pros. They tried my cards in a gas station to learn that they were *good* and proceeded to buy metro passes, concert tickets, yada ‘til the cards were maxed out. The years that followed were a nightmare straightening out my credit and cancelling stuff they ordered in my name.. It was a full 2 years before I felt I free from their shenanigans.
So if this tourist was an *innocent abroad*, I don’t know...but restaurant managers are not heartless, when there is a unusual situation...this is NYC, they’ve seen it all.
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A "Tony" steakhouse is where gumbas like Paul Castellano hang out,as shown below.
Order the steak the way you want it. If they don't cook it that way, then send it back. After all, you're paying for it.
My parents were also Depression babies and my Dad,particularly,made it a habit to live well below his means...a lesson that I've adopted in my own life.To me a $10 small steak at Outback,cooked medium-rare,is just fine for me.However I *did*,once,go to Ruth's Chris Steak House and the $30 sirloin I had there was absolutely heavenly.
Depends on where you are. My wife always orders her steak well done. One time she ordered a steak at an Outback, and it arrived rare. I could see the blood flowing on her plate. She sent it back. It came back shoe leather. She was so distraught, she actually broke out crying. We’ve never had an experience like that again, but like I said, I can eat steak done a variety of ways. It’s not worth sending food back time and again if you’re satisfied with what you have. Kind of like life...which reminds me of a story...but I’ll spare you.
Tell that to my wife. Then step back.
Booted for stiffing a restaurant I can understand. Booted for lying to the media? You have to be kidding!
Don’t do dumb stuff like order an excellent cut of meat “well done.” That’s the only reason to refuse to serve. It’s a crime.
Love your wife. She’s good for you.
Let me report it another way then, he stiffed the restaurant, lied to the police and continued lying to anyone who would listen, which was reported by the media.
The coverage on this yesterday had dozens of FReepers swearing they would NEVER go to that godawful S&W. The story then was the he’d left his wallet at his friend’s apartment, offered to leave his cell as collateral, and take a busboy with him to his friend’s place to retrieve the wallet. That would apparently be the wallet NYPD Commissioner Kelly said contained $100+
I have two bros-in-law who are excellent cooks. When they cooked their meat, the steaks or meat were tender and juicy. I marveled at how good they tasted. One of my sisters said that's because mother was an awful cook. I had to agree with her. Terrible thing to say about your mother, but you had to have a good set of incisors and molars to bite into and chew her food.
The word ‘tony’ is outdated? Who knew? I better drop it from my lexicon.
Last time I tried to eat a steak medium rare, the cow jumped off the plate and splattered the gravy and mashed potatoes all over my clothes.
Dunno if you read the reports on here yesterday, but S&W was taking it hard, as if it were the worst place on earth when this charming visitor to our shores wanted desperately to pay that bill. He was BEGGING to pay the bill.
Oops. He had $118 in the wallet he claimed he left at his friend’s, according to NYPD?
Reporters didn’t bother to challenge the man, to get S&W’s take on what happened, or the police who responed to the call.
The only place I see it used is in the Daily News and the NY Post. It might come from ‘high-toned.’ Upscale would be the best definition, I guess.
My mother isn’t at all a terrible cook. It’s just that to her, and to her mother who taught her on up the line, meat that is the least bit “raw” is a bad thing, possibly unhealthy and even dangerous. She has a point, up to a point. Undercooked chicken (salmonella) or pork (trichinosis) actually is problematic. So is much of what passes for hamburger (e. coli) these days.
There are ways to cook meat to a pulp that are delicious though, all involving a crock pot, lol. Pot roast is one, she’s a master at that, fork tender. Southern country style steak is another. It’s cube steak, which was once a cheap cut, cooked for hours with homemade brown gravy. All trace of toughness for which cubE steak is known are gone. Done right it’ll fall apart on your fork, no need to really even use the edge of the fork.
There’s a world of food outside traditional southern fare though. I’d never put her in charge of grilling steaks. Neither did my dad, lol. He grew up on a farm and love old fashioned cooking but he was also very well travelled. He’d “bring back” foods from his travels in his head and try them out himself, sometimes to great effect, sometimes not, lol.
Cooking on fire outside was men’s territory. Inside was women’s other than special occasions like breakfast for dinner on a weekend, unusual stuff like that.
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