Chapter 2Dates two and three were total busts. Nightmares better forgotten than recorded.
Gina set up date two at a prix fix French restaurant fifteen miles out of town in an old refurbished farmhouse. The chef, his wife, and two adult sons had relocated to the area from Lyon, bringing with them family recipes and a Cordon Bleu experience.
I’d heard good things about it and looked forward to eating there. Reservations were backed up for months, so they were only available on a know-somebody-who-knows-somebody basis. Gina’s firm was handling their publicity, so she knew the chef, his wife, and their sons. She assured me I would get top-line service. Even on a busy Saturday night.
Unfortunately, since my date was a no-show, I also got top-line visibility.
After a half hour of waiting for
