Love me some Double Bubble. What is even classier is that I jacked about 50 of them from LA Farm. Yep, out of Stefan’s fine dining comes a huge bowl in the corner of this madness. Let me tell you after my halibut and smoked gouda cheeseburger…I do need a few chews. Guess I don’t necessarily need a few chews of pure sugar.
Thank God he didn’t see me in action stealing all his candy cause the minute we walked out we ran into him on the phone. What I think was more ghetto was not the puffy pockets of stolen gum but how I was THIS CLOSE to having my co-worker hand her valet ticket to him. EEK! This is what happens when you don’t have a TV…you can’t tell if your Top Chef’s Stefan Richter or a valet guy.