We had one of those cognitive disconnects there Saturday night -- fine dining meets chain atmosphere.
We had the bad luck to be seated next to a table of six celebrating a birthday. Nothing wrong with that, but Dad was wearing (I couldn't make this up) an orange shirt and a more or less coordinated orange tie. Did I mention his toupe? Daughters were fetchingly garbed for the mall. Son wore blue jeans and was LOUD. He was in hysterics when he opened a M&F gift box containing boxer shorts. Mom shrugged her shoulders at us while snapping flash photos. The best of the lot was a little Cub Scout, who fell fast asleep.
(They were fine when we sat down as they were just starting to eat, or we would have asked for a different table.)
In the booth behind us (my husband could see them; I couldn't) were several women getting very, very cocktailed. The piece de resistance was one hanging a spoon on her nose. Three times, Steve reported.
Splendid eats: We split a black trumpet & greens app; Steve had tombo tuna that was perfect & I had mixed grill of pheasant sausage, rabbit & duck on chestnut barley. Dessert for me was chocolate crepe w/mint chocolate chip ice cream; for him, espresso mousse.
Very happy tummies. W/beer for him and a lemon drop for me (no wine; the lemon drop did me in & Steve was happy with his hops) check came to $90 plus tip.
You never can tell what's going to happen when you go out to eat.