Last night Robin Leach’s death was reported on Wikipedia, an odd development because at the time he was reportedly no longer living, he was having a cube of butter delivered on a silver saucer to food critic John Curtas (don’t ask, it’s a long and tawdry tale). This was during a wine dinner at Rao’s at Caesars Palace. I was sitting a couple of tables from Robin, performing my notorious Robin Leach impression for my table mates. I do about five things well, and imitate Robin is one of them.
But during all this debauchery, a local radio station, the extreme one, hacked into Robin’s Wikipedia entry and reported that he’d died. So, we need to clarify: Robin isn’t dead. “Lifestyles” might be long gone, yes, and URL (Ubiquitous Robin Leach, how I often refer to him) is known to wear clothing made of the skin of non-living creatures, but he, himself, lives on. As he just noted to me (I’m adding the exclamation marks here): “It certainly wasn’t the Rao's food or wine! I stayed healthy and ate the chicken but not the meatballs! No hot peppers! Tonight I’m jumping for joy at Santana!”
Righteous. Carlos wishes and caviar dreams …
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