I was having a birthday lunch at Le Bec Fin in Philadelphia several years ago. Beautiful meal, wonderful wines. Headed downstairs to the bathroom before leaving. As i came out, Georges Perrier emerged from what was (i guess) a lower-level kitchen - maybe a dishwashing area? He was fuming, screaming, cursing at the top of his lungs - "the f'ing dishwasher is broken again; what the f is going on around here; why am i the only f'ing person who can get anything done" and on and on and on. He couldn't have been oblivious to the fact that there were at least 8-10 customers in the bathrooms, using the phones, hearing him carry on in the most infantile, abusive way. I know he has a rotten temperament & all - but this was a MAJOR buzz kill. But kinda funny, too.