Summer is here . On Thursday I’m taking Mrs Zip up to London to have lunch.
It’s going to be hot.
I can’t believe that in the 21st century to be allowed the honour of paying to eat someone’s food I have to dress up as if it is winter.
Long trousers and a jacket. I will die of heat stroke.
This really **** me off.
While we are still in Europe surely I am being discriminated against because of my gender.
http://singletrackworld.com/forum/topic/i-hate-wearing-a-suit
However I will go into Marks today and try on a linen suit. Even if it’s really comfy I still will have to wear shoes.
I shall be expecting Michel Roux Jnr to cook my dinner in a top hat and tails.
I simply refuse to go anywhere where I’m TOLD what I should wear. If the occasion is fitting (work, wedding etc) then fine. I have no issue looking smart. I wouldn’t go to a posh dinner in shorts and Birkenstocks but I’d see no reason why lightweight trousers and a nice shirt sleeved shirt wouldn’t be appropriate if it was hot. If it wasn’t, I’d probably tell them to poke it.
You always have a choice. You just choose not to go there
Part of the challenge is your idea of nice trousers and nice shirt is different to everyone elses. I guess a jacket is a bit of a leveller (to a point)
I like my customers to feel as happy as possible while they are spending their money. I will entertain their kids while mum shops, look after their dog so it doesn’t get distressed outside and I’ll happily hoover up the mud they traipse in after they’ve been to the park.
We will be eating at lunchtime in the summer. I would want my restaurant to have a happy,comfortable atmosphere not have half my clientele counting the seconds til they can leave and get comfortable.
Yes ,it is a posh restaurant but for most of their customers it’s nothing special ,just like my local cafe is to me.
The scruffy bastards I encountered at Claridges ,who while fulfilling the dress code also made a complete mockery of it. My gardening clothes have less creases in them.
Yes, that gentleman has a pair of long trousers and a collar on but he also has his laptop on the table while ramming his very expensive dinner down his gob.
Pierre Trudeau, when prime minister of Canada, was one of the most suave human beings on the planet. He also got away with wearing a suit with sandals in the House of Commons, and doing a mischievous pirouette behind her majesty, the Queen’s back when she visited Canada.
So, just generally cool, and your precedent for getting away with cheeky combinations.
Over on mumsnet there’s an AIBU that goes something like….
“to think that, since DH has after 20 years of me suffering his obsession with pushbike a decided at last to book at table at La Gavroche, he wouldn’t behave like a teenager when it comes to dressing for the occasion. I mean, he can wear his Aldi cycling shorts and that smelly “love me love my bike” (bleurgh) t shirt for the other 364 days of the year….”
The scruffy bastards I encountered at Claridges ,who while fulfilling the dress code also made a complete mockery of it. My gardening clothes have less fewer creases in them.
Yes, that gentleman has a pair of long trousers and a collar on but he also has his laptop on the table while ramming his very expensive dinner down his gob.
I don’t mean to judge, each to their own and all. But I can’t help but despair a little at the state of affairs we’ve got ourselves into which necessitates the purchase of a new coat in order to be allowed to have lunch. Doubly so when it’s 28’C outside.
Me, I’d be finding the nearest Wetherspoons. Curry and a pint for a fiver, job jobbed and I can wear shorts and Birkies.
You are aware of the term ‘dressing for dinner’? That doesn’t just mean ‘not exposing yourself’…for a lot of people, going to a place like that is for a special occasion, as I assume it is for you? So if they are dressed up, don’t ruin it for them by going in your best trackies and a wife beater, eh? and then they won’t ruin it for you either
It would be very inconsiderate of you to die as no doubt many will feel obliged to turn up for your funeral in suits and the crem can get bloody warm at this time of year.