Morton's

The husband and I had dinner at Morton's Steakhouse in Burbank tonight for our anniversary, which is tomorrow. There was some big shot television producer type sitting at the table next to us with his college-age daughter and her friend. He allegedly recounted a story about Mary-Kate Olsen. She had allegedly attended some sort of business dinner with him at a sushi restaurant. She allegedly went to the restroom for about 25 minutes and came back with some white streaks under her nose. Cocaine. Allegedly.

Also in the restaurant were two muckety gangstas from Def Jam Records. At one point they were both occupied by their cell phones at the same time. Very typically LA, as portrayed in movies. When we left, we walked by their table. One of the guys had diamond earrings the size of his earlobes.

We had a $50 coupon. Allegedly.