Mr. Robert Treboux, grand gentleman and owner of my favorite restaurant in the world, Le Veau D'Or in New York, died yesterday at 87.
One afternoon, some years ago, I was sitting at a corner table having a long lunch when a very nice lady behind me complained to her companion that she had been mountain climbing, had been hang gliding, had ridden bicycles everywhere and yet was not very happy. Mr. Treboux saw me grimace and, pointing at me, said "what do you think of that comment?". About two-thirds through a great bottle of Margeaux, I turned to the lady (who was blond, from Connecticut, and about my age) and said as gently as I could "I think you need to do less and live more." She stared at me and then smiled and raised her glass.
He laughed out loud and said "are you sure you aren't French?".
I may never have a ribbon to hang on my dinner jacket, but that was more than enough of a decoration for me.
Photo from the New York Times.
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Sage advice indeed. "Do less and live more" is going to be my new motto for the foreseeable future!
Hi Petunia! It was the Margeaux talking I assure you.
ML
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