LizzieMaine
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With the end of "coat and tie" restaurants has come the end of jokes about gravy-spotted ties and soup-stained lapels. It's always sad when a dependable source of material dries up.
Long ago I knew a guy who worked as a maitre'd in a restaurant with airs. You knew it was high class because it called itself "The Bistro," and he had to wear a tux every night to work. But he only had the one tux, and it was up to him to keep it sharp. So every afternoon before he went in to work, he'd sit down with a can of black shoe polish and a rag, and he'd buff the lapels until they gleamed. He looked distinguished, but he always gave off the lingering aroma of Kiwi Parade Gloss.
Long ago I knew a guy who worked as a maitre'd in a restaurant with airs. You knew it was high class because it called itself "The Bistro," and he had to wear a tux every night to work. But he only had the one tux, and it was up to him to keep it sharp. So every afternoon before he went in to work, he'd sit down with a can of black shoe polish and a rag, and he'd buff the lapels until they gleamed. He looked distinguished, but he always gave off the lingering aroma of Kiwi Parade Gloss.