I always remind people that there used to be a great Memphis style BBQ joint on Lincold BLVD (now home of NC style Baby Blues) that had a flashing neon sign in the window proclaiming “No Added Fat” and ask them if they thought there was any fat in the 'Q…
Veronica, when I used to run the wines at Antoine’s in NOLA a similar thing happened: The wine cellar there was about 150 feet long and one end had a wrought iron gate that guests could look into from a hallway connecting dining rooms. So, one day I am doing a little rearranging and two Grey Panthers come up to the gate and one of them says in a deep Southern drawl, “Lordy, Lordy, Lord, just look at all of that SIN in there!”.
To which I replied: “Well, you know, in First Timothy 5:23 the apostle Paul advised Timothy 'No longer drink only water, but use a little wine for your stomach’s sake and your frequent infirmities’…so I guess there’s a lot of God’s natural medicine in here, no?”
The more apropros thing to pursue in the Champagne room is clearly sex, Chris Rock’s negative view on the possibility of having sex in the Champagne room notwithstanding.
Woman in her mid-to-late 70s: I’m looking for something for a gift, but I don’t know if it exists.
Me: That’s fine, let’s see what we can do. What are you looking for?
Woman: Well, I’m not sure it exists, but I think the person likes it.
Me: Yes?
Woman: White wine.
Me: Yes, that exists. Do you know what particular type of white wine it is?
Woman: I really don’t know much about wine. I only drink it occasionally, and when I do, it’s that pinot gregio (no, that’s not a typo - it’s what she said).