So I had dinner at Steel on Friday night, and who pulled into the valet ahead of me–in a limo, no less–but Hulk Hogan. I’m always curious about how restaurants and other establishments (especially in town like Dallas that has no real “celebrities) handle VIP guests. Well, the valets and hosts were a little giggly, but they kept it to themselves. And I had the same server as Hogan, because we were both sitting at the sushi bar, and the server was gracious and cool.
But oh, the other patrons. I used to wait tables in a restaurant where the Cowboys liked to dine, and the owner had very strict rules about our conduct as well as the conduct of other diners. He was very protective of the Boys and their dining experience and politely told anyone who tried to bother the Boys while they ate to, well, back off.
I suppose the folks at Steel were not prepared to deal with a table full of young men–could it have been a bachelor party?–who tied their napkins on their heads to emulate Hogan and then asked him to pose for many pictures. Oy. Poor guy. He was just trying to get some sushi with his daughter.
