NYC Steakhouse Adds Disclaimer That Its Photo Of Perry Como Isn't Jeffrey Epstein

I'm a sucker for any restaurant that has a wall of pictures depicting celebrities who have had a bite to eat there. Polaroids, caricatures, signed headshots, I don't care. I will happily spend way too much looking at those pictures after polishing off my New York strip.

One place that does this is Gallaghers, a long-running establishment in New York's theater district. However, it's got a bit of a problem and that is that people won't stop asking why it has a photo of notorious creep Jeffrey Epstein on its walls.

But the thing is, it doesn't. It's a picture of singer and actor Perry Como, but so many people have been making this mistake, that the restaurant decided to put a disclaimer on the photo.

It reads: "This is not Jeffrey Epstein. This is Perry Como."

Restaurant owner Dean Poll told The New York Post that the clarification had to be made hundreds of times, so up went the disclaimer.

"It was constant. Not one a day, but all during the day. You can’t talk to the Maître d without seeing that picture," he said. "So we finally put a sign up."

Now, I've been known to mix up celebrities and/or athletes for any number of reasons. 

Isiah Thomas and Isaiah Thomas? With one letter different. Forget it.

Gene Rayburn and Gene Roddenberry? I always have to think twice about which is which.

Burt Reynolds and Tom Selleck? Those damn mustaches trip me up every time.

I'll admit, I wouldn't remember what Perry Como looked like off the top of my head, especially as I'm walking into a nice steak joint and not thinking about anything other than the bread service.

However, I can see where the confusion may come in.

However, didn't anyone consider how absolutely insane it would be for a long-running restaurant to have a photo of Jeffrey Epstein on the wall? No one with an ounce of sense would ever do that. 

Still, nice of Gallaghers to put any of the confusion to rest.

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Matt is a University of Central Florida graduate and a long-suffering Philadelphia Flyers fan living in Orlando, Florida. He can usually be heard playing guitar, shoe-horning obscure quotes from The Simpsons into conversations, or giving dissertations to captive audiences on why Iron Maiden is the greatest band of all time.