Oo-la-la, Lenny

"Tour the wine cellar? You can go down on your way out," Dykstra said. "It's Château Whatever, he's got it coming. You just don't sit down and have yourself a gulp."

Then Dykstra turned to find another hand outstretched before him. It was the hand of Claude Terrail, André's son and the current proprietor of La Tour d'Argent. "Monsieur, it is a pleasure to meet you," he said with an exaggerated bow. "You have just bought the best wine in the world."

Lenny adjusted his cap and turned to the steward. "Let me get another bottle of this," he said. "To go."