Culinary no-no began on Father’s Day 2007, a beautiful summer day, when I wrote about grilling brats. And eating brats. And topping those brats. I was inspired by my wife, Jennifer who, in my admittedly unscientific opinion, ruins brats by squirting ketchup on them. Other dining taboos quickly came to mind. The original idea was to take this concept only a few months, till the end of summer and then pull the plug. Then the unexpected happened. People started reading Culinary no-no. Lots of folks. So we keep doing the no-no.
My wife swears I’ve never addressed this topic. I think I may have but can’t remember, so here goes.
The inspiration for this week’s no-no came from a recent family trip to…
Our daughter Kyla was on an Irish ceili team performing in a Midwest Irish dance competition.
We stayed at a hotel linked directly to the The Kentucky International Convention Center where the competition featuring hundreds and hundreds of dancers took place.
The Galt House is a very, very nice hotel. Very nice.
We decided to splurge one night for dinner and eat at RIVUE, the hotel’s grand upscale restaurant.
Take a look at this picture again.
The building on the left. You see at the very top the circular area? That’s RIVUE.
After taking the elevator to the 25th floor, prepare to be stunned by the panoramic view of glittering downtown on one side and glistening (Ohio) river on the other. The restaurant slowly revolves, so you won’t even have to choose which view is best.
See below picture. Our table was the second from the bottom right.
The restaurant view has been called the best in the entire state of Kentucky.
Jennifer chose the Duroc Pork Tomahawk, a coffee and chili rubbed chop with roasted peaches and a fava bean puree. She just has to take a photo.
No chicken tenders for Kyla who had tenderloin and fries.
Yours truly had a massive prime ribeye steak. Unfortunately no drool-inducing picture.
Even the restrooms and lounges are stunning.
You get the idea.
In a word, fancy.
Here’s a shot taken at Derby time.
And another female patron.
Dressed appropriately? I’d say so.
On the Friday night we ventured to RIVUE with bankroll in hand I noticed several couples taking advantage of such a superb spot on an obvious date night.
The women came decked out. Nice dresses. Heels. Hair done up. The whole nine yards. However their male companions didn’t get the memo.
A jacket sans tie.
Shirts not trucked in.
Don’t get me wrong. The guys weren’t exactly bums. But they clearly didn’t go the extra mile to measure up to the classy women they arrived with.
One could certainly argue, so what. This certainly isn’t the most serious social issue we face today. Public decorum exhibited by how we dress has deteriorated though for quite some time. You see it at restaurants, workplaces, weddings and funerals.
Maybe I’m old school. In my lifetime I always wanted to be respectful to a female dinner companion. I don’t think it’s that difficult for a guy to wear decent dress pants, and for goodness sake if you’re wearing a suit or sport jacket is it too difficult or time-consuming to throw on a tie? I wouldn’t think of showing up too casual at a multiple-star restaurant.
As for the females I would hope they wouldn’t settle for someone who refused to stack up to them wardrobe-wise. They deserve better.
Was our dinner in Louisville ruined? Not at all.
Was the money of the guys I criticize good and acceptable at RIVUE? Absolutely.
That all misses the larger point of proper manners that seem to have been lost from today’s society.
CULINARY NO-NO BONUS