Joe H Posted March 29, 2006 Share Posted March 29, 2006 Back in the day, I was a Night Auditor at the Capitol Hilton. I was required to collect the receipts from Trader Vic's every night. This was the definition of torture, in a foodie sense. The kitchen personnel would somehow hose down everything, which meant that I had to tip-toe through water which contained the detritus of that night's efforts. A TV cook was usually busy preparing a meal for the staff of the restaurant. The smell of THAT was enthralling. I, however, was condemned to whatever slapdash food the room service staff came up with for my (required by the Union) meal. Masochist that I was at the time, I would always ask what was being prepared. "Crab Omelet." Doesn't that sound nice? I got a cold "Reuben" sandwhich, which was probably the WORST allegedly "Reuben" sandwich in the world.The payoff happened, though, when my Mother came for a visit and I took her to Trader Vic's for dinner. The Captains and the Waiters just FAWNED over us. My Mother was SO impressed. Then I put her on a plane back to El Paso, and returned to my more "pedestrian" life. I still think about those Banana Fritters, however. The Camino Real in El Paso has tortilla soup so good that when I go there every year my dinner is two bowls of it sitting at the bar. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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