There was a french restaurant I worked at when I was 19/20 on Baldwin St. in 1993 – 1994. It was run by Pierre who was from Italy but moved to Paris. The food was exquisite and rich; he was an excellent chef and howled at me worse than a wolf in heat for every little thing. He tried to train me but I broke a lot of plates and there was a nasty female waitress just like the one who snubbed Rosie. Eventually, I got everyone in the restaurant to dance.