where's the spinach?

We had our Regional Executive Chef come in for dinner tonight, to check up on the new menu that began yesterday. This is a typical occurrence when we start a new menu, as it is part of his job to make sure that we are doing things correctly. He is the Regional Executive Chef.
It always causes a small ripple when he comes in - no major fanfare or sirens to go off, but we give the heads up to the kitchen manager none the less to be sure that things go well.
This evening we had our sous chef working, and when our R.E.C. came in, I mentioned to our guy that he was here.
Normally, this is enough for me to carry on with bigger and better things, and let the kitchen do what they do, knowing that we are in capable hands. Normally. I am not really sure how it happened, but in retrospect I have come to the conclusion that I, in fact, should not have carried on with the never ending list of things to do that finds itself on my daily docket. I should have waited for the food to come up, and checked it out before it went to the table.
One of the very tastiest and key points of our new feature pasta happens to be a bed of fresh spinach in the bowl under the pasta. I think you can all see where this is going now. Down a path of embarrassment and shame, and very probable and deserved lighthearted ridicule for our young friend who happened to be so caught up in the moment, so intent on impressing his boss, so focused on being perfect that he missed the bed of spinach under the pasta.
You know that we can't let him live this one down, for at least one week.