Damn, you guys would love my place. Gumbo, etouffe, red beans, halibut with corn pudding, etc. My boss is a killer when it comes to southern. And dont get me started on the potlikker greens.
Is it in San Francisco? I lived about 4 blocks from Union Square for about 7 months while working on a project for California State Automobile Association.
I was fresh out of college and as green as a John Deere Tractor. The vice president of my company flew up from South Carolina and took us out to eat at a place called "House of Prime Rib" (I believe). I had to wear my tie and coat. My work clothes in other words
. I made a number of mistakes there.
1) I sat at the end of the table so that when the guy rolled up with the big grill looking thing, he came to me first.
2) He asked me what cut I preferred. Sitting there bewildered at how to answer my boss sitting on the far end of the table yelled, "how do ya like it cooked?" Finally understanding, I answered, "well done!"
What followed was a long awkward silence from the whole dining room (sort of like the old E.F. Hutton commercials
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SX7ZEotoFh0). Finally, the same boss yells again, "Charles, you don't order prime rib well done!"
3) On the dessert menu I didn't understand everything in the ingredients for any of the dishes. So I saw something with "bananas" and thought, "I like bananas I'll get that." Well I had never heard of desserts with alcohol it in and I had never really drank much in my life much less any of that fancy stuff you put in desserts. I couldn't eat it. It tasted so nasty to me.
That was probably 17 years ago and I still chuckle about that.