Eating with Celebrities: Stop Here if You Hate Name Dropping

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Eating with Celebrities: Stop Here if You Hate Name Dropping

The other day, a fellow food blogger/friend/pal and I—there were only two of us—were eating at Le Dauphin, Aizpitarte’s latest hit, when in came Mathieu Amalric, who plopped himself and his girlfriend down eight inches from us. The star of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (Le scaphandre et le papillon) and On Tour. Whaddya do?

If you ignore him, he may think he’s become a nul, un con, fini.  If you fawn over him, he’ll have to wash his hands afterwards.  And if you nod knowingly, but let him exist in peace, he may misinterpret it.

A cherished, though deceased, buddy of mine, the only Republican I’ve ever been close to, was in the Reagan White House one day and relieving himself in the men’s room when in came for the same purpose—as my friend put it—“the most powerful man on the planet,” Secretary of Defense Cap Weinberger.  Whaddya do?

As a very old person, formerly from Manhattan, I have the good old Greta Garbo in the street, Dustin Hoffman in Philly Cheese Steak, and Paul Newman on Central Park West stories, but I began to appreciate the power of celebrityship with Leonard Bernstein. I’d met him socially—same neighborhood—and he was always charming and engaging. Then I encountered him at the theater, where he tossed me off like an errant rodent. Huh? Lesson learned: Never approach a famous person in an unfamiliar setting.

Then one day, I was checking into the J.W. Marriott in DC and in walked Frank Purdue, who at that time appeared in the cleverest American TV ads ever, for his chicken company. All my scientific colleagues, registering for a medical meeting, ignored him and I could see the guy craved being recognized. Finally a black bellman came up to, high-fived him and chanted, “It takes a tough man to make a tender chicken.” He loved it, and we all cracked up. Lesson learned: Don’t ignore a celebrity in the right location.

So there are no correct answers. In the case of arguably the most famous actor in France, we chose to nod (respectfully), carry on, and ignore the fawning—which in this case the staff was ready and willing to do. I think he eats there all the time, anyway.

 

We were at:

Le Dauphin

131 Avenue Parmentier, 11th (Metro: Goncourt)

T: 01 55 28 78 88

Closed Saturday lunch, Sundays and Mondays

Lunch menus 23 & 27, at dinner about 60 E à la carte.

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