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Wednesday, February 20, 2008

The Big Bite


One the worst phenomena of our culture is so-called fine dining. To me it's torture. I once had lunch in what passed for a posh restaurant in Bridgeport, Connecticut. I was nicely dressed but without the requisite jacket so they loaned me something to put on. It was a busboy coat. Another time I was with some rich folks in a very snooty French restaurant in Manhattan. I was the height of fashion, wearing expensive shoes, an elegant jacket and slacks with a turtleneck sweater, but no tie, a gross violation of the dress code. They loaned me a tie. To tie on over the turtleneck! I looked like a friggin' clown, for God's sake. You'd think in both cases management would have been embarrassed to have someone in their place looking that ridiculous, but no. Rules trumped good sense and quality.

When eating in an upscale place/ You rarely pay for decent food,/ But rather for a slower pace/ And large amounts of attitude.

4 Comments:

Blogger Mary Jansen said...

I remember my brother running into the tie trouble John. When the waiter brought him a "spare" my brother tied it in a granny knot and wore it half way down his chest. We haven't been there since...

11:14 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My sympathies, John. On the other hand, I can’t imagine you in a turtleneck and a cravat ever looking like a clown. (Emmett Kelly looked like a clown and so did Bozo, but you never!) I am reminded of a similair incident when a famous celebrity (whose name escapes me) was refused entrance to the Stork Club or 21 because he wasn’t wearing a tie. He said nothing, turned around, went home, put on a tuxedo jacket, silk shirt and black tie and showed up at the entrance without his trousers. Needless to say, he was not admitted.

2:41 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Exactly! Rules are for people without an imagination. Those WITH one will know instinctively that the antidote to the sign which reads NO SHORTS OR THONGS... will simply remove them and continue on! LOL

6:38 PM  
Blogger Mary Jansen said...

Oh Jean, you are too funny! If only I had the guts!...

7:10 PM  

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