Will this be the Chew & Screw election?

It was mid-April of this year, the hour was getting late in Washingwood, I was feeling a bit hungry, nothing in the refrigerator, so I thought, “How about a bite out?” No problem. One restaurant remained open. Highly exclusive.

Clooney’s. A great place, hidden in the hills. Clooney’s…? Oh, the proprietor? Yes. George Clooney.

(Now, a disclaimer: Mr. Clooney’s a very nice man, which is an anomaly in Washingwood. I don’t begrudge his roll-out and opening of Clooney’s. I do, however, take profound issue with a few things associated with the dinner.)

First of all, it wasn’t just a meal out, it was an event. More on that later. I was irritated at the seating arrangement or lack thereof. But that was nothing... Leer Más