Yesterday my wife and I drove over to Poulsbo, Washington for something to do. Did a little shopping at some local shops and checked out some the Scandinavian heritage of the area. Last night went to an Italian restaurant for dinner. Next to the table we were seated was notice that back on August 18, 1994, John Kennedy Jr. and his wife had eaten dinner at this restaurant and sat at the same table that my wife and I were seated. Included in frame was a receipt from that night. John had halibut, his wife pasta and they enjoyed a bottle of wine. Apparently John was also tight when it came to tipping, he left only a $4 tip on a $68 bill. I left a much larger tip and a smaller bill.
No celebrities eat in my kitchen.
No celebrities have ever eaten in my kitchen.
One time many years ago I was at a place in Little Italy eating dessert when my friend pointed out the guy sitting to my right with his back to me was Jackie Mason. I didn’t want to bother him so I didn’t do anything but I could have bopped him on the head, he was that close.
Beatles fans can go the Grapes Pub at 25 Mathew Street in Liverpool and sit at the same table as the Beatles did. There’s a picture on the wall of the Beatles sitting at the table.
Before he and my niece had kids, my nephew in law used to spend summers taking a European tour with his band. They’d perform at The Cavern in Liverpool every time. Of course, it’s not exactly the same Cavern it was in 1962. But it was still under the same building.
There’s a music shop in my town which has, framed on its wall, hand-written receipts for various musical instruments, signed by Kurt Cobain, Krist Novoselic, and Dave Grohl.
I’ve had breakfast with astronaut Michael Collins, lunch with Mariel Hemingway, and dinner with Aaron Copeland.
I had hundreds of meals in the same dining hall as Christopher Reeve, who was in the same dorm in college.
I ate at a restaurant near the University of Arizona called the Big A, which had a booth into which a student named Linda Eastman carved her initials. She became a celebrity in 1969 by marrying Paul McCartney. The Big A is no longer there. It moved in 1989 and closed for good in 1999.
Martin’s Tavern in the Georgetown section of Washington. JFK popped the question to Jackie while they sat in booth No. 3. I understand the staff keep a bottle of champagne chilled for anyone trying to re-create that event for themselves, which I also understand happens quite a bit there.
Wow, that was a hell of a busy day for you!
The original Barneys Beanery on Santa Monica and La Brea is famous as the place Jim Morrison pissed at the bar and iirc Janis Joplin had her last meal.
I meant La Cienega…doh…
You know who else never had a celebrity eat in his kitchen?
I ate a NYC restaurant where Yoko Ono was also eating.
Racer, where did you eat? We eat in Poulsbo several times per month, but I can’t figure out where you were.
The same thing happened to me with Nicolas Cage in a diner at Franklin and Bronson here in L.A., but my friend didn’t say anything to me until after we’d left.
I saw Michael Moriarty in a buffet line once. (This was a few years after he quit “Law & Order”.)
Yeah, but even he got into the Cheers! pub. I got turned away Oct 29th because I had a NJ license. And… the Mets had just won the World Series.
Like I did that.
Why’s everyone looking at me…?
How funny. I came into the thread to post my story, and I see that we’ll be talking about the same town.
Last year, we were vacationing on the Kitsap Peninsula and went to a seafood restaurant in Poulsbo. My husband suddenly said, “That’s Bill Gates over at that table.” I looked, and sure enough it was Mr. and Mrs. Gates with a large family party. I pulled out my phone and double-checked against an online photo, as I’m crap at facial recognition, and it was them all right. It looked like they were having a family outing with kids and grandkids. I didn’t see any bodyguards or men in black, nor were there limousines or anything like them in the parking lot. Maybe they sailed in from across the Sound and moored up in the marina.
I’ve told the story before, but I met Mel Gibson in 1989 when he was filming Air America in Mae Hong Son province, up in northern Thailand. Trouble is, I didn’t know it was him at the time!
I was living in the provincial capital then and had just settled into my favorite restaurant, The Good Luck (sadly, it closed down years ago), to look over my mail. Floor-cushion seating, no chairs. A group of movie people came in, five or six guys. The town was full of them at that time, so I paid them no mind. I was engrossed in my mail when one of them asked me what was good. I recommended the moussaka. Lak, the owner, made a killer moussaka.
The next morning, I’m heading out of town, and I stop off to grab some breakfast. Lak is all excited. “Mel Gibson was in here last night!” she said. “Oh, that’s nice,” I said. “Yeah, you talked to him!” “I talked to him??” “Yeah, you told him the moussaka was good.” Huh. So that was Mel Gibson, I thought.