10
Lenny Duveteaux had an idea that things were going wrong at Liquor, but he knew he couldn’t ask the boys directly: Rickey would get mad and deny it, and G-man would just deny it. Instead he invented an excuse to drop by on a Saturday afternoon, not long before service. On Saturday, any restaurant should have its strongest crew working, its best specials running, and its general s**t together.
As he walked into the foyer, Karl was just inserting freshly printed menus into their leather folders. “Rickey around?” Lenny said, picking one up and scanning it. Tonight’s entrée specials were vermouth shrimp gratin, veal with crawfish-cognac sauce, and trout amaretto, Rickey’s boozed-up version of trout amandine. Lenny couldn’t remember seeing a less inspired menu in the three years Liquor had
