“Whaddya mean we’re not dressed right?” said these fellers* as they wandered in off the casino floor looking for a bucket of wings:

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“I mean, fer chrissakes already…that guy in the corner over there…”

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“…thinks it’s okay to let everyone see his entire, pasty-white, unbuttoned chest….and he got a seat!”

“Yeah,” thought ELV to himself, “but at least he’s with a nicely dressed lady…and doesn’t look like he just got back from a hunting party.”

And then we wondered what sort of dude wanders into Le Cirque looking like they got lost on their way to Buffalo Wild Wings…and felt more than a tinge of sympathy for the job Manager Ivo Angelov does convincing slatternly sorts (who are invariably men between the ages of 25-40) they might be more comfortable elsewhere…and thereby quietly and diplomatically protecting his restaurant from looking like a sports bar.

* As imagined by ELV as he sat barely out of earshot.