My wife and her sister dragged myself and the sister’s boyfriend to a fancy restaurant for dinner this evening. It was delicious, but there were…complications.

Look, I don’t like getting dressed up, okay? I hate ties. I’m okay with sports jackets and blazers and stuff, though. I do hate tucking in my shirt as well (nothing worse than seeing a cartoonist’s gut hang over his belt while he pigs out on steak and tiny little fried mac’n’cheese thingies). On the other hand, I love delicious dinners, and even if this one was in a fancy restaurant with a dress code and crap, the food was fantastic.