Marilyn and I did a little pub-crawling, and visited Galileo’s in City’s Paseo district. Russell, the bartender informed us that Greg, the owner had just died. We talked with him a bit, and he told us some Greg stories - of which there are many.
On the walls were Greg’s daily restaurant logs, blown up for everyone to read. Many of them were quite hilarious and I will recount one in particular:
Greg had been sick, according to the log, and reading The DaVinci Code while lying in bed. Upon returning to work, he learned that one of his waiters or waitresses had broken yet another glass from his expensive stemware.
“This is it!” he said. “From now on, we will use bar glasses when we serve wine.”
“Won’t the customers be offended?” one of the servers asked him.
“Jesus didn’t use expensive stemware at the Last Supper. If a regular glass is good enough for Jesus, it ought to be good enough for our customers.”
It wasn’t long before a customer complained about the lack of stemware for the expensive bottle of wine he had just purchased. Their server quickly explained the story of Jesus and the Last Supper, and met with the frowning customer’s terse reply:
“That’s fine,” he said, “Except I’m not Jesus and these two ladies with me aren’t virgins.”
Upon hearing the protest, Greg shook his head, threw his hands in the air and sent the harried waiter back to the table with stemware. Visit Galileo’s in