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| - So I'm on the plane to Vegas, and the d-bag in the row ahead of me is plastered and hitting on two girls. He keeps coyly suggesting they hang out when we arrive in Sin City.
One of the girls coos, "Where would we go?" (bats lashes)
He tells her, "Whenever I meet a beautiful girl in this city, I like to take her to Mon Ami Gabi. The food is amazing, it's not that expensive, and it's very romantic..."
"Sounds nice," purrs the other. Both girls giggle.
Once upon a time I would have rolled my eyes and rifled through the seat compartment for a vomit bag, but more mature these days, my vexation was overpowered by the prospect of a killer restaurant recommendation. Amazing food? Not expensive? Romantic? Sold!
Three days after I landed, I managed to convince some pals to join me for a late lunch at this Mon Ami. We all ordered the steak frites, which arrived rare and in slices. It was very tasty, fries and all. I also ordered a cocktail that had gin in it, but the name escapes me. I loved it.
We were seated in a hexagonal greenhouse gazebo type thing, white, with all windows. It was quite lovely, actually. I can see why it works for whatshisface.
And to think- I never would have found this place if not for the seedy drunk guy on my flight.
Moral of the story: Eavesdrop more, to your advantage.
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