My parents were in L.A. this Oscar weekend and they went, on Thursday night, to dinner at Wolfgang Puck’s Cut where they imagined they’d see a million celebrities. The last time they were there (last year, actually) Tom Cruise walked by as the waiter described different cuts of meat. Who would be there this night? Soon-to-be Oscar-winner Jennifer Hudson? Perky Oscar host Ellen Degenerous? Wilford Brimley?
My parents love celebrities, as you may recall from my mom’s photo with Flea and my dad’s moment with Pamela Anderson. They got close to the hostess stand, scanning the room the best they could, and when they reached the hostess they gave their name and waited to be seated.
But the hostess–a hostess who sees thousands of celebrities a night–kept staring at them.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I know this is a really strange question…but does your son have a food blog?”
Her name’s Whitney, she’s an actress and a big fan of this blog. Getting recognized, instead of doing the recognizing, was the highlight of my parents’ trip. Thanks to Whitney for giving them such a thrill.