As I think many of you know, Rob Reiner, the beloved character actor and director, is in Ann Arbor this summer, working on his new film Flipped. And, as Drew Barrymore and Hilary Swank before him, he’s taken to eating at the restaurant Eve. Well, as luck would have it, a few nights ago, he was sitting next to a reader of this site, who, fortunately, had paper and pencil handy. The following drawing comes from the fashionable Joe Posch, the man behind the Detroit design emporium Mezzanine.
Here’s how Joe describes it:
This was last night, we arrived at Eve around 9 and we were seated down a bit from him. At first I wasn’t sure it was him – I mean it sure looked like him but from the side his features seemed a little sharper (you can see the source of my confusion this highly-lifelike drawing). I didn’t want to stare because I hate a celebrity gawker, but I did watch out the corner of my eye to get confirmation.
I was sure it was him when someone from another table (loser sycophant) went up and talked to him and he was super nice to them. His wife and son (or whomever he was with) seemed mildly irritated with the whole thing.
Fashionistas will be curious to know that he was wearing light colored khaki pants and an untucked French blue linen button-down shirt, and wore glasses. When he got up to leave a short time after our arrival I was shocked to see what a giant he is. Several people said hi to him on the way out and he was very pleasant about it all, but I can’t give details because by then my martini had arrived.
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And, yes, he apparently has a tiny hook for a hand and travels with a pair of severed heads with which to converse as he eats.
You know what other restaurant Mr Reiner has been dining in? The Fleetwood! I have a friend who works there and while I havent seen him myself, her version of events is so vivid, I feel that I could draw a picture myself. We shall see.
After Meathead left that dinning establishment, he sought out my opinions on the original intent of the authors of the Constitution, and we had a nice, long chat. People of your century wear such strange clothing.
I would chip in if people wanted to get together and send a giant meat head to his table the next time he’s at Eve. Their smoked meat is to die for.
Well, that hook hand was actually supposed to be the bill he was looking at when we got there. I meant to draw hands but got carried away drawing bricks, which I am better at anyway.