My wife went to New York City last week to see a show. Afterward, she went to dinner with some friends who ran into some other friends and they all dined together.

When one couple found out my wife had just driven in from the Hamptons, they got around to discussing the food scene (after the weather and the rental prices). And when they mentioned that they had tried that new place called Southfork Kitchen, my wife, coy as ever, asked how the couple enjoyed it.

“We loved the ambiance,” said one guy.

“The food was scrumptious,” said his partner. “Very local.”

“The music was just perfect.”

“And the desserts were out of this world.”

“We had just one complaint.”

“Oh, yes, one little giant complaint.”

“What was that?” asked my wife.

“The owner,” said the first guy.

“He wouldn’t shut up,” said the second.

“We went for a romantic dinner and he comes over and starts to talk and goes on and on and we didn’t want to be rude, so we kept asking questions and he kept answering the questions and we couldn’t get rid of him.

“Other than that, we loved the place.”

Bruce Buschel owns Southfork Kitchen, a restaurant in Bridgehampton, N.Y.

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