Note to all of us restaurant lovers in LA: not showing up for your reservation is dangerous. Like playing chicken on tractors in Footloose dangerous.
I blogged a couple weeks ago about eating at Red Medicine in Beverly Hills. We arrived that night about 15 minutes past our reservation, but thank god we got there at all, because the restaurant is fed up with people who ain’t showing up.
Game ball to Red Medicine for outing these rude douchebags: