No way am I stepping foot in an OJ Simpson themed restaurant. What would that even entail? Will the valets steal your white Broncos? Do the wait staff attempt to stab you while reading off the specials? Does the maitre d try to pawn off their gloves on you because they clearly don’t fit? I can keep going…
Now Brasserie JO is a restaurant I would dine at. She couldn’t have possibly meant that, am I right?
