Boy, am I glad I wasn't paying for this!
Scene of the crime(s) was Chez Sateau, on Baldwin in Arcadia. We'd reserved for our party of eight, and they got off to a good start by showing us to a table for six. Even after we thought we'd straightened THAT up, they kept bringing us six menus, six glasses of water, six dessert forks, and so on.
Snooty-looking dining room, formally-uniformed but very informal (and inept, and occasionally rude) servers... but at least the food was mediocre and expensive. My seared swordfish woulda been great if they'd just stopped "searing" it a few minutes sooner, and my so-called "Passion Fruit Mousse" was sponge cake, Chantilly cream, two UNpeeled wedges of Kiwi fruit and an alarmingly cerise goo that smelled like nail polish and tasted of some regrettable perfume.
Just to make the pretentiousness truly hilarious, the mandatory "valet parking" consisted of one kinda chubby, overworked guy who, by the time we got there, had lost his tie, undone his cuffs, and sweated through his shirt just trying to keep the cars straight...we tipped him heavily, because none of it was his fault. Besides, it was nice to see that SOMEONE there was doing his job!