Had dinner last night with my friend Michelle, a KFC exec who’s in town shooting some spots with Colonel Sanders. Actually, he’s the second generation Colonel, and he was supposed to join us but was too tired after a long day of shooting.So I had a nice meal at the Ivy, but missed out on the ultimate opportunity: a chance to fill the Colonel with enough mint juleps to pry the secret 11 herbs and spices out of him.
Next time, I make reservations for dinner at 2:30 p.m., and accommodate the old man.
