11:04pm: Maude's theoretically closed, but there're still 1) four couples making sex-eyes at each other, and 2) a table full of men in suits taking photos of their food and gesticulating wildly. Stone's still working the stove, as he's been doing all night, concentrating on roasting perfectly moist beef cheek -- the final savory course on the menu. We hide in a corner -- he's clearly in the weeds.
11:13pm: We put down Candy Crush for a second to start drinking. Wine. Let's be classy. Impressive. His GM asks us how long we expect to be here. When we tell him we're having drinks with Curtis, he looks at us incredulously. "Good luck," he says. "He cleans his own stove."
11:34pm: Stone apologizes for his timing, a wide-eyed grin on his face, and invites us to the back of the kitchen. "I'm sorry I can't just leave. I need to clean my stove." He does, however, agree to a drink, and sips his beer in between tasks. Put away salt. Sip. Scrub burner. Sip. Take photo with the suit-men. Sip.