Over the weekend, I celebrated my birthday with an amazing (and very rich) dinner at Le Coucou. My husband and I rarely go to “fancy” restaurants, it doesn’t fit our style–too hushed, not a lot of energy (though the kitchen at Le Coucou which is open was super entertaining). All in all, it was a gorgeous, memorable experience.
But there is one thing I can’t stop thinking about that bummed me out. It was the attire of the men sitting next to us, who were with their wives. The men were both wearing jeans and t-shirts. Maybe they thought they were nice T-shirts, but nonetheless, they were collarless, clingy t-shirts, they both kept fidgeting with over their two hour dinner. In fact, there were plenty of people (women and men) in everyday, fairly schlumpy attire at the restaurant.
I’m so over people not dressing for the occasion and making an effort. Don’t get me wrong, there is a time and place for jeans and tees (lots of times in fact), but when you’re entree costs as much as your shirt, and you are at a restaurant where it is meant to be a fine-dining experience, where the chef spent years honing his/her craft and hours in the kitchen to present his/her very best, I find it a sign of respect to in turn do your part. Try to be a part of the festive spirit. There were some dressed up people (I wore my Nili Lotan silk leopard print blouse, black pants and Alaia boots that are my evening go-to), and it was fun to see what they were wearing. If you make an effort, you become part of the aura of the evening. How sad would it be if everyone had shown up in jeans and tees? It might have sucked the energy and elegance out of the room.
So here’s to making an old-fashioned effort (like Jackie always did). My mother instilled the idea in me and my sister and I have tried to do the same with my daughters. And this isn’t the first, or last, time I will write about this topic (while I am sitting at the computer in my white T-shirt and jeans)!