Whoop whoop! Is the sound of Fleur de lys

My penultimate night in San Francisco and I'm gonna have a blow out meal. I asked for a discreet seat in the heavily draped, intimate dining room of Fleur de Lys. I was granted my request and placed in the centre of the dining room. Okay, I thought as I sat down, feeling rather nervous, heart booming, expecting everyone to be having a good old stare…

Wife- Oh look, that man is dining alone?

Husband- He wears sneakers too.

The reality was, no one give a shit. Boris made my table and introduced me to the so called celebrity chef. Great I thought, now let's have a look at the menu… Crab salad, beef cheeks, cheese board and a flight of wine please. Plenty of surprises arrived courtesy of the chef between the courses, all good except for one little pastry, it arrived on a cling film wrapped petri style dish with seeds and other bits in it.

Boris- Careful not to pierce the film if you use your fork…

W2N2- ???????

This place was that good, I arrived at 20.30 and left at 23.05.