I am most comfortable in a restaurant with a bar.
Not a prissy bar where you order wine or a cosmo, but a bar where there are peanuts on the table and shells on the ground.
Dressing me up in heels and a dress is good and fine, but if you want to make me really comfortable, let me where cute jeans, a top and flip flops and I'll love you forever.
I attribute this to my father.
In my 18 years with him, I don't think we went to ONE restaurant in which the dress code was anything more than shirts and shoes.
And ya know what?
There's really nothing wrong with that.
It makes wine and dine date nights special.
And it makes going to bars for wings and beer special, too.
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