Were not in the habit of passing along unproven accusations about restaurant figures. Except, of course, when theyre so bizarre that we just cant resist! An anonymous reader sent us this strangely Dickensian tale of a memorable encounter at Rolfs along with the photo you see above. (By the way, it seems to us that the man, who may or may not be the places owner, was probably wearing lederhosen, not knickers.)
Dear Grub Street,
I stopped in at Rolfs on Third Avenue the other night for a bite in that kitschy, funny Rolfs style. Our visit instead ended with my friend getting sprayed in the face with a water bottle. Even as they were handing [the check] to me, the owner kept coming back to verbally attack my friend, using such charming customer-service-oriented phrases as what you really need is a good fk. My friend had to go to the precinct to file a police report. The owner was wearing a tall velvet top hat with knickers, tall socks and boots. When we went to Mollys after this disaster, we noted nods and familiarity with this behavior. The quote was, He must be back on the sauce.
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