A walking FrontBurnervian tells us what happened last night at Primo’s:
Derek Holland walked in. We didn’t recognize him. Inside the window, a girl and guy (in a Vlad Guerrero t-shirt) started getting their picture taken with him. Our waitress came out to deliver our drinks and we asked, “Who is that guy?” She said, “Oh, that’s Derek Holland. He just ordered a bottle of champagne for every table.” The rest of my table missed that part somehow, and I kept mum until they started trotting out bottles of Moet two by two and dropping them off at each table, saying, “Courtesy of Derek Holland of the Texas Rangers.” That was pretty much that. No muss, no fuss. Just drinks for strangers.
How cool is that?
