Dress Codes? We Don't Need No Stinkin' Dress Codes!
by Dan Savage
on Mon, Sep 23, 2013 at 3:51 PM
I prefer New York City to Seattle—yeah, yeah: If I hate Seattle sooooooo much why don't I move to New York City then?!? Because Terry won't move to New York, I won't move to New York without him, and that means we're not moving to New York. So we're stuck with each other, Seattle, whether we like it or not. But whenever someone presses me to name something, anything, that's better about Seattle than New York, I always go with this: "No one cares what you're wearing. You can wear t-shirts and jeans and hoodies and baseball caps wherever you want—the best restaurants, the opera, black-tie political fundraisers—or you can dress the hell up if you want. No one gives a shit."
No one except Leslie Kelly over at Seattle Magazine. Leslie does not wanna hafta look at jeans, shorts, baseball caps and flip-flops while she's inhaling almond-crusted scallops, knocking back glasses of DeLille’s 2011 Chaleur blanc, and composing sentences in her head for the advertorial she's gonna write on Monday morning for Seattle Magazine's blog:
Yes, I get it. There’s no restaurant in this city with a dress code. Jacket and tie required are a thing of the ancient past, and I’m going to come off like a T-Rex in this rant, but the sight of that gentleman looking a hot mess sure got me fired up. Without spiraling into full-on “what’s the world coming to?” mode, I’d like to suggest that some restaurants adopt a dude-free dining policy. No shorts, no slippers, no wearing your company’s badge to complete your look. People! Show a little decorum.
The Gatorade-toting guy wasn’t the only way under-dressed character I spotted that evening. Fortunately, those sightings were balanced by the many tables occupied by those embracing the idea of dressing for dinner, as well as a virtually flawless meal. I was the guest of a Met regular, who’d been invited to sneak preview a really cool new wine-pairing program the restaurant is rolling out soon. The soon-to-launch pairing program showcases the mad skills of master sommelier Thomas Price, who pours customs flights from the Met’s spectacular cellar based on what each diner orders.
If Seattle doods won't take the hint—if a single blog post at Seattle Magazine's website isn't enough to get us all dressing for dinner—then Leslie thinks Seattle restaurants should "bring back the dress code."
Not gonna happen, LK. And, hey, if you hate people in shorts and hoodies and t-shirts and flip flops so much—my people!—then why don't you move to New York City?!?