The Barbarians Are At The Gate

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Nothing brings out the proles and trolls faster than criticizing the way someone is dressed.

Even if that person is dressed like a knuckle-dragging schlemiel  in one of the best restaurants in the world.

Such was the case last week when I tucked myself into my favorite table at Restaurant Guy Savoy in Caesars Palace to sample the culinary stylings of Julien Asseo — who’s been top toque there for over a year now.

About my third course in, I looked up to see a couple of women being led to the table beside me.

They were not young women, but they were not that old. If I had to guess, I’d say they were in their late 30s-early 40s. To put it another way, they were old enough to know better.

Both of them were wearing shorts and t-shirts and sneakers. Beat up ones, all three clothing items, on both women. The one closest to me was in jorts (jean shorts). More precisely, she was overflowing a pair of jorts that stuck to her fleshy, tattooed legs like sausage casings. They were not short shorts, but rather the type of almost-to-the-knee shorts one might wear to an outdoor picnic or to mow one’s lawn. The other lady’s hair was the sort of tangled mass you usually see after a day at the pool, pulled back by a scrunchy, sitting atop her head like a chlorinated shock of dirty wheat.

WTF? I thought to myself. I wasn’t so much offended by their appearance as I was stunned that they would wander into the joint in the first place. Keep in mind, to be seated at GS you must do the following things:

  1. Find it. (Not that easy. It’s up a big staircase and down a hushed hallway on the second floor of one of the towers. No one casually strolls by Restaurant Guy Savoy and decides to pop in. It is a destination restaurant in every sense of the word.)
  2. Walk past a display at the top of the stairs that you can’t miss. (There are several stands, plaques, awards, etc. among this large collection, most prominent of which are all the available menus with prices easy to read.)
  3. Ignore the sign that says: Appropriate Dress Required. No Shorts or Flip-Flops Please.”
  4. Pass through giant 15 foot doors that fairly scream, “THIS IS A REALLY EXPENSIVE RESTAURANT!”
  5. Approach the hostess stand — itself a rather formal and intimidating place. (see above)
  6. Observe (unless you have horse blinders on) the wine racks to your right and a sleek, ultra-modern lounge that not-so-modestly announces, “THIS IS A VERY SLEEK, ULTRA-MODERN, SOPHISTICATED, DRESSY LOUNGE ATTACHED TO ONE OF THE WORLD’S GREATEST RESTAURANTS!”
  7. Engage with the host or hostess while doing numbers 4. and 5.
  8. Ask for a table. (You can even peruse the menu here if you’d like to, for as long as you want.)
  9. Walk to that table, observing a) the spiffy, tuxedo’d waiters, b) the world’s greatest bread cart, c) the 20 foot ceilings, d) the thick, double-padded, floor-length white tablecloths, e) the sleek/chic table settings, and f) the champagne cart, and g) diners enjoying themselves WHO AREN’T DRESSED LIKE THEY’RE CLEANING THEIR BATHROOMS OR PICKING WEEDS!
  10. Take a seat.

As so they did, and so they were handed menus where the appetizers start at $80 a pop.

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“This ought to be interesting,” I thought to myself.

And then I snapped a surreptitious photo, intentionally blurry, solely to get my point across:

And then I tweeted:

Your right to look like a slob in restaurants ends where my appetite begins.

And from that point forward it was on.

People came out of their shoes.

Unhinged. Both pro and con.

Comments (in the hundreds, mostly on Facebook), ranged from the critical-but-thoughtful:

John I love you BUT taking a picture of someone without their knowledge/consent and then mocking their appearance is so distasteful. Can’t you make your very valid point without tearing down someone you don’t even know?

To the contemplative-literate-yet-contemptuous:

If I may ask another question: So, how WAS the food dressed at Guy Savoy? Since you were obviously there to critique attire.

Poor guy. Some lady wasn’t wearing a little black dress and sat in your oh-so-important line of sight. Ruining your ability to lay judgement on a glass of crushed fermented grapes and some bread. You know, the things people desperately need to be concerned about.

So, instead you were able to miraculously recover from this heinous, unscrupulous act of wardrobe warfare by taking evasive action and expertly reconfiguring your expertise to where it now needed it’s most attention: the assailant herself. To which you have now summoned the ire of your legions of infallible fashionistas to be brought down upon this wretched minimalist, for how dare she soil the lavishness of this establishment with her lack of pride and presentation, subjecting the likes of those otherwise there to enjoy the fringe benefits of an exquisite dining experience to a villainous mismanagement of apparel. Resulting in the vanquishing of appetite and the need to, without haste, exhort the masses of her inconsiderate and vile violations against humanity.

 

To the scolding:

Body shaming tourists is so … beneath you, Sir.

To the comical:

One of the fun little evolutionary advantages that allowed homo sapiens to climb to the top of the food chain lies in the species ability to simultaneously rotate the head while adjusting the focus of the eyes. maybe one day, you’ll catch up…

To the comically illiterate:

I hope she Sue his Old Ass.

To the downright nasty:

You are a shameless asshole piece of shit💩 Are you so perfect you can go and body shame others. Remember karma is a bitch sooner or later you too will be shamed on and loudly I hope. He doesn’t even know how spell shorts. WHO FUCKING CARES…LIVE AND LET LIVE! IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT THEN LEAVE. YOU ALL MUST LIVE BORING LONELY LIVES. GLAD I DON’T KNOW ANYONE SO SHITTY AND JUDGMENTAL AS ALL OF YOU ASSHOLES 💩GUESS WHAT YOUR SHIT STINKS AS MUCH AS ANYBODY. HOPE YOU ALL GET FAT N UGLY SO YOU CAN GET MORE N MORE MISERABLE. SHAME ON ALL OF YOU!

All culminating in perplexing, asshole-obsessed threats of anal violation:

I saw the story that you were bothered about the women who was not dressed to your standards and bitched about it. if the restaurant let her come in dressed that way, your bitch is with them not her. I would bet you didn”t not have the “balls’ to say anything to her. If you ever said anything to me I would have stuck the filet up your ass real quick, Asshole.

Some people defended me (and scolded the scolders):

Not body shaming, shaming the fact that she like other clueless Americans insist on going dressed like they are camping to a fine dining establishment and other events that anyone who has a clue would go dressed appropriately. You’re the idiot for not realizing this. I never said anything about what she looked like body wise just lack of fashion or decorum.

Some people invoked more civilized climes:

I’m in the Italian Riviera where even though the vibe is laid back Italian, there’s nothing laid back about how people dress here. While day time is cut off denim with midriff baring tops, the chic Italian summer style comes out at night for dining even at casual, seaside restaurants. I am not talking about ball gowns and tiaras but rather summer-y dresses, men in button downs, etc. It elevates the entire experience to one in which you are glad to participate vs one that causes controversy. I haven’t seen men in denim shorts or women in lululemon, and I couldn’t be more grateful!

And a lot of people weighed in with comments such as:

This isn’t about people/body shaming. It’s about dressing appropriately for the occasion. A T-shirt and shorts isn’t appropriate for Guy Savoy, whether you’re Giselle Buchen or Mabel from Milwaukee.

and:

When you’re going to a nice restaurant, dress for dinner like a civilized person. Otherwise there’s a Denny’s nearby. Clods who don’t do that do nothing for me. This has nothing to do with “shaming” someone for physical attributes that they can’t help. You choose to dress like a slob, as this woman did.

And finally, my friend and fellow critic John Mariani tried to put it into perspective:

There is no more tone anywhere anymore. All restaurateurs have caved in to the “my-ugly t-shirt and jeans are appropriate dress” demands of wholly clueless customers. Remember, they are “guests” in a restaurant and they should dress accordingly.

All of which led to a report from a local TV station.

Then to another report from the same TV station.

Those reports — seeking to gin-up controversy about me — in the end only furthered my cause and brought my slob-shaming to the fore. Yes, I am a snob, an elitist and an imperious, condescending parvenu. I’m especially those things in restaurants, and I’m really all about those things in fine restaurants — of which we have dozens in our humble burg. Who gives a shit how you look in Orlando or Branson, Missouri? You can look anyway you want at the Bubba Gump Shrimp Company while you tuck into your Shrimp Shack Mac n Cheese.

Las Vegas is Midtown Manhattan next to those repositories of rednecks, and when you eat out here, in our world famous restaurants, you need to bring your A-game attire, not your beach wear. The cooking demands it, the setting demands it, and the entire experienced is enhanced by looking your best when you are eating at your best. Who in the hell disagrees with this point?

Then it hit me: This isn’t about body-shaming, or slob-shaming or style-shaming. This isn’t about how, when and why we judge our fellow man. This is about class, pure and simple. Not “class” in the sense that those hapless women next to me at GS didn’t have any, but class in the sense of the social classes — the demarcation of income and appearance that define us all.

This is an elemental discussion that goes to the very core of our beings: the right to look and act the way you want versus society’s right to impose standards of behavior on its participants. We are both fiercely individual beings and part of a collective, and when those two impulses clash, strong feelings arise.

Social classes — whether you live in trailer by a swamp or in a tony, high-rise — impose their own rules on members. The less fortunate do not have the luxury of worrying about how they look; the upper orders probably spend too much time on the subject. When they have to meet in public, sparks are sure to fly. And where they meet (and clash) these days is in restaurants. Not at concerts or malls, not at work or at the beach, but in places where we all eat.

This is elemental stuff: haves v. have nots, Republicans v. Democrats, management v. labor, and when the gloves come off, it’s not pretty.

The trouble I have with how people look in public relates directly to their class in society — not to put them down, but to shame them for dressing beneath themselves. Because, you see, we are not talking about the proletariat here.

A truly poor person can’t help the way they dress. But if you’re coming to Las Vegas for vacation, you are not a poor person. If you have the presence and the wherewithal to stroll into Michael Mina or Spago or Guy Savoy, I do not feel sorry for you. You are a person of means. You are not living by a swamp and struggling to survive. You have money and a job and some degree of function within society, yet you choose to look like a bum, a beachcomber, or a refugee from a rock concert.

You do this because 1) you think your comfort trumps all other considerations when you are in public, and 2) you have been conditioned by society and other like-minded slobs that informality, no matter how poorly you look, is acceptable in all circumstances. This would be true if you were an island, or if you’re consorting with a like-minded mob (think: Phish fans and sporting events), but when we break bread as strangers, it behooves us, as social beings, to put our best foot forward. The Native Americans realized this a thousand years ago, Marge and Mabel from Manitoba think it doesn’t matter anymore.

It matters. To you, the restaurant, your fellow diners and society as a whole. When you look better, you act better. When you act better, you feel better about yourself. When you feel better about yourself, you interact with society in a more positive way. Not to get too philosophical, but it’s a short plunge from how informal society has gotten to how rude and crude our politics have become.

As for Marge and Mabel, well, they looked at the menu for about five minutes and then snuck out. The barest amount of awareness would’ve saved them their ordeal, but when all you’re thinking about is yourself, awareness of anything else never enters the picture.

 

17 thoughts on “The Barbarians Are At The Gate

  1. I’m a t-shirt/shorts/sneakers guy myself, especially in this heat. But I know when to at least put on a suit jacket over my work clothes if I’m going someplace semi-classy at the end of my week. That first respondent has a point about you snapping a photo of the women without their knowledge; otherwise, you’re right on the money.

  2. I still believe with all my heart (since they left shortly after they sat down) that they thought they were at Guy Fieri’s. It makes total sense.

  3. frankly ELV was too kind and not harsh enough in his condemnation of these social and classless misfits. When I am dining out for business or pleasure in a high end dining establishment I am insulted to see these types totally devoid of any social graces and understanding that they are not dining at the local “slop shoot”. I also fault these establishments for allowing inappropriate attire on patrons. But with every venue desperate for dollars they have devolved into the local Denny’s come one call all to make ends meet.

  4. John this is a really interesting topic and something I think about with each trip to Vegas. I’m one of the haves as you would call them but also hate dressing up. I do it as needed for my career but rarely do outside of work. So that leaves me in an interesting place as I pull up to 5 star hotels in my BMW wearing shorts, sandals, and a polo shirt.

    I’m not alone in being like this. Out of respect, I have chosen to not go to high-end places for dinner. I prefer comfort when dining, especially when Vegas is boiling.

    The bigger question is what happens to higher end joints if they were to refuse those who aren’t dressed as you wish. The workplace flipped years ago and that has gone to other places. Heck I remember when people wore ties to baseball games.

    If lesser dressed people are refused, the very places you love may die as the customer base dries up. Vegas is diverse enough that this may take longer, in other towns it is already happening.

    I’m not defending people who look like slobs – but that definition is different to everyone.

    Since values are different and changing (right or wrong) this was on the restaurant who should have denied service based on dress code. That is how it used to be and the only was your standards will hold. In the workplace if we didn’t have a dress code all hell would break loose.

    Glad you spoke up about this. It is an interesting topic ad I hope people can discuss it with respect. Times are changing and sadly not all for the better.

  5. ELV responds: GREAT comments all. Many thanks for the dialogue. I don’t blame the restaurant. As my wife says: it’s become a total buyers market out there. All the competition has stripped (pun intended) away any control the sellers (i.e., the restaurants) once had over their customers base. Partly because of intense competition, partly because of bean counters and Wall Street running things, the attitude is “let ’em all in and charge them for everything.” The restaurants are just following top-down orders

  6. Food critic in least classy city in America is shocked when people dress casually; tempest in a teapot ensues. Details at 11.

  7. Incidentally, John, how much of your own money did you spend in this temple of $80 appetizers?

  8. The “Vegas is hot” argument is such BS. What is cooler than a sleeveless dress for a woman? A man can put a jacket on after he is indoors. And people need to deal with the heat with a little more maturity. Unless you are a child, you can probably deal with the couple minutes it takes to walk from your air conditioned car to the air conditioned casino.

  9. ELV responds (to Dave Lieberman): Just a sampling of bills I have paid at Guy Savoy over the past 10 years:

    $357
    $410
    $414
    $250
    $200
    $291
    $125
    $315
    $200
    $200
    $200
    $100
    $100
    $180
    $200

    Fool.

  10. Poor Manitobians:). Being Canadian doesn’t mean we dress like crap to eat out. I would even wear a ball gown to this one Michelin star gas station in Manitoba for their chicken fingers . http://www.cbc.ca/radio/thisisthat/100-surgeries-country-star-toronto-blackout-2017-michelin-star-gas-station-1.3844327/manitoba-gas-station-becomes-canada-s-first-ever-michelin-star-restaurant-1.3844412 I think I have a new plot for a sitcom
    Living half time in California and Vegas dressing to go out is quite different from place to place. I enjoy both wardrobes but wouldn’t wear the California one in Vegas and certainly not the Vegas one in California.

  11. if I were spending that kind of dough, I think I’d be concentrating on the food rather than the table next to me. But I do think it’s pretty rich that the man who uses the comeliness of the hostesses is lecturing on class.

    You seem to have missed the point that these women realized they were in over their heads, since they left before ordering anything. They saw their error and fixed it. But that’s buriedvin your clickbaity article.

    Your $3500 may buy you several partially comped meals (since $100 is an appetizer after tax and tip), but it can’t buy you class.

  12. Restaurants will never change the stripes on a tiger. However, since 1996 The Bellagio has done an exceptional job at keeping those tigers at bay. Occasionally you will get one or two who happen to make past the front gate but by instituting a policy of a dress code you will minimize these sitings.

    Manners have gone out the door. I too like to be comfortable but when I pull up to the front door of the 5* hotel in my pickup truck I know better than to walk into a nice restaurant dressed like I am comfortable. There is a reason a work place asks for their employees to be dressed accordingly. Sadly, money has always trumped (I know how much you love that word John) manners and common sense and you will get the occasional “comfortably” dressed patron. These restaurants need to take a page from The Bellagio (and Wynn I think, not sure though) and simply institute a dress code.

  13. ELV responds: One last thought: All of the “how dare you comment upon how I look!” folks really miss the point. When you appear in public, you put yourself in everyone’s cross-hairs. Don’t deny it, we all judge each other by how we dress and appear in public. I just happen to have a platform for commenting upon it publicly, and make no bones about doing so. You have a right to look like shit, and when you sit down next to me, I have a right to have an opinion about you looking like shit. If you’re fat, and make no bones about showing off your fat, people will notice..and comment. You don’t want people noticing your thighs? Don’t wear cheap, crappy shorts that don’t fit. You don’t want me commenting on your vile, stupid tattoos? Cover them up. Oh…but I forgot…you GOT that giant flower on your giant, fleshy arm just so people WOULD see it! Quit being dumb and quit being a hypocrite. When you appear in public, you are fair game….just like you know your are.

    And I’m just as appalled by skinny underdressed, absurdly tattooed hot young women flashing their goods in restaurants as I am by fat middle-aged men in cargo shorts and bulbous midwestern housefraus in t-shirts. For 1,000 years people have dressed according to the occasion – in 21st Century America the rush to informality has given license to looking like shit and expecting everyone to respect your decision.

  14. Does this restaurant require a reservation? My guess is they didn’t have one and the restaurant could have denied them a table. It did seem to take them a LONG time to realize that they had made a BIG mistake.

  15. George’s comment about the gals thinking it was Guy Fieri’s was spot on! Darn funny to boot.

    So many people in a tempest over this. Really? Mr. Curtas is right, how people (men or women) dress in public matters most of the time. Show up for a court appearance dressed like a slob, and you’ll be treated like one. If you want to be scandalized, just listen of our illustrious President speak candidly about a woman’s appearance – clothing or otherwise.

    This comes down to respect for the business you’re patronizing, and having a modicum self-respect and awareness. I recently witnessed some scantily clad women attending mass at the San Louis Obispo Mission. Short shorts, see through tops, I could see the color of their undergarments top to bottom. TMS Too Must to See or Share with the general public. That type of attire, or lack thereof, to attend a mass – and many other public functions, is insulting to everyone no matter how cute you are. Save it for the beach or the pole.

    Dress like a slob, go to any service oriented business and see how you’re treated. Dress well, and you’ll have a completely different experience most of the time.

  16. The real problem is staff letting those pigs in. It’s shameful I would shit can anyone working there who didn’t have the balls to reroute them to the food court at circus circus.. Your meal should have been comped.
    Don’t kid us or yourself posting what you payed over the years.. we know if your bill was 400.00 you received 600.00 in free “gifts from the chef”. And I know personally you tipped only on your bill amount pre tax and maybe 20 percent.
    Regardless, great point and read.

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