Not that I know of but I just wanted to share an interesting (to me anyway) story. About 2 years ago I was bored (I work from home and had nothing to do) and decided I'd jump on the L (public train) and just bum around downtown Chicago...figured I might go to the Art Institute for "free Tuesdays" and catch the free "Tour of The Galleries" at 1:00, which is a daily event I highly recommend to anyone visiting this fine city, but I digress.
I enjoy dressing but for the most part but am a jeans, T-shirt and flip-flops kind of guy...hence the name "No Shoes". I probably spend 80% of my life in slippers or flip-flops (even in Chicago), as my digressions continue.
So I'm just about to go into the Art Institute when a buddy of mine calls up and asks if I want to go to lunch. He picks me up about 10 minutes later and insists on going to Smith & Wollensky. So here I am dressed in shorts, T-shirt and flip-flops. I put forth some initial hesitance but I love their food and was reassured by my friend that my attire was no cause for concern. So we go.
Let me preface this by saying that I go to Smith & Wol several times per year (far from being a regular) and it is at the high end of the restaurant scale for me...and I've always dressed for the occasion. Upon arriving, we are greeted by the maitr' de who recognizes my friend and greets him with his last name (Mr. "Smith"). This person was obviously looking at me like "what's up with Mr. Smith's friend and the no shoes approach to dressing" but after requesting and being seated at an outside table overlooking the Chicago River, we were having a very pleasant lunch. And then it started to rain.
The staff started moving all of the outside patrons into the building but we were like "no, we're fine...but maybe bring a whole bottle of that wine." To make a long story short, we sat there in intermittent rain, getting kind of wet (the tables have umbrellas) and literally had the time of our lives telling stories of past and laughing not only at the stupid things that we've done, but at our situation of being in this great restaurant, getting drunk, getting rained on, my hesitancy to go because how I was dressed, and just feeling good about life in general.
I'm not sure if it's because my friend was recognized there (he has a certain notoriety surrounding him), or because of my dress, or because of the strange weather circumstances, or because we generally made spectacles of ourselves that day (we did), or that we did it with the full confidence of "owning the place", or because we tip well, or any combination thereof...but even to this day, half the time I go back to Smith & Wol I am recognized (by name now) and there are always compliments on my dress or a reference to how good the weather is (with that smirky little grin betraying an inside joke).
Like I say, I enjoy dressing up and regardless of the occasion, I am conscious and intentional of my appearance. It seems though, as an observation, the whole formality thing (jacket and tie, etc.) has been pretty much abandoned. Dress requirements in public settings seem to have a certain pretentiousness and, as I read on another thread in this forum (regarding attire in general), "suits are for worker bees".