While it's probably not the poshest place, it at least has a good story.
La Maisonette in downtown Cincinnati was a 5-star French restaurant. I was in there every once in a while. It was . . . okay by my tastes. They had a downstairs rathskeller called La Normandie that was far more to my liking.
I buddy John and I had a mutual friend that was a high-end consultant to Procter and Gamble. The corporate HQ was just down the street. When he would come into town he was an expense account, so he ate at La Maisonette every night. He told us after one particularly hard day he showed up to dinner. The maitre d' asked him how things were going.
"Right now, " he replied. "I'd just be happy to hit McDonalds and go to bed."
A little while later, the waiter came out with a Big Mac and fries on a plate. They charged him $45 for "bœuf haché à la maison ."
