CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
On Monday, I picked Liz Harper up at Ross & Logan, where she was the senior criminal defense litigator, and took her to lunch at The Musso & Frank Grill. The red-jacketed maitre d’ gave her a red leather booth and let me sit there too. Among the other things the celebrated restaurant was known for, like the finest cuisine in Hollywood, unparalleled service, and its renowned ambiance, the establishment was famous for its iconic Musso & Frank martini. It was stirred, never shaken, and made with vodka or gin but no vermouth. They served them in a wee 2-1/2-ounce martini glass, with extra booze served on the side in a tiny carafe in a little ice-filled tin cup.
“Is this a three-martini lunch?” Liz asked. The question revealed to me why Liz had said no when I’d suggested we
