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An anecdote about our founder

Frank was sitting in the restaurant at the Waldorf Astoria on Park Avenue, when he spotted rapini on the lunch menu. He smiled, ordered a plate. “Rapini! My mother would cook rapini with garlic and olive oil. We'd eat it on bread,” he thought. “That was our sandwich. And I couldn’t understand why we couldn’t have something else.”

Now here he was, a suite upstairs, at the Waldorf. These humble greens appeared on the plate before him.

Frank slammed his hand on the table. He called over the startled waiter. “Can I speak with the chef?” And in only a moment the chef approached the table. “Is the meal to your satisfaction, sir?”

A big grin spreading across Frank’s face, “You’ll have to forgive me, I never expected a plate of rapini to make it all the way to the Waldorf Astoria.”