When I lived in New York in my early twenties my first paid job was as a Maître D at The Standard. To describe the experience as "never a dull moment" would be like describing a rockstar as celibate. Apart from countless nights filled with weird and wonderful shenanigans - the typical tomfooleries one might come to expect from a celebrity-riddled eatery - there was this one night in particular that has stuck in my head like a Dylan song. I was working the late night shift going about my usual ... Read More