What makes me never ever want to go to a restaurant is when I see that the background on the website is a photo of the chef, talking on a cell phone.
Like, oh, say, this one.
I think it's the cellphone that does it for me, though the "windswept" hair doesn't help, either.
This chef's London restaurant is one of my favorite ever*, but that photo just makes me smirk and roll my eyes.
*I loved it so much that at one point I even considered becoming a member, but their membership application was just as ridiculous and included questions such as "What are your favorite restaurants in New York, London, and Paris?" and "What were the last exhibitions you attended?" and "What are your music preferences?" Reading these, I knew I was far too unhip to ever apply, much less be accepted.
tags: French characters, grub