KENNEDY’S? I read a column where the writer worked in a fancy french restaurant where a Kennedy ordered a cheeseburger without bothering to look at the menu. The snooty French chef got his favorite employee to run to the store to get some buns. Then he grounded up some veal. When the employee returned the staff gave him a snarky applause. The writer was from San Francisco.
There’s more. Once the waitress of another told the people out back: Lemonade.” Response: “It’s not on the menu. We don’t have it.” Waitress response: “Make it! It’s for the Kennedy’s.” Same writer.