A Trader Vic's in
One morning Vic called and asked me to lunch. I couldn't. I was lunching with Harry Ford. Vic asked if he was a nice guy ... would he like him? With my affirmative responses, he suggested we be his guests.
All went well, until Harry Ford, attempting to be complimentary,
said Vic's restaurant in
Vic turned to me and almost shouted, "You son of a bitch. You put him up to this."