Yesterday I went to lunch at a restaurant, which would be considered middle to high end, one of those fairly casual types with a faux-European bistro air, and requisite veneers to match--the "woodwork" was there too, I suppose. The waitstaff were clad in variations of "hipness"; that is to say ill-fitted discolored black items with chipped plastic nametags affixed akimbo to the barely tucked-in blousy shirts, doubled up-cuffed sack trousers, what I suspect were clip-on ties, and the worst darkness of horror, heinous shoes. These were like the Kenneth Coles that the sweatshop rejected, living a life of scuffed cubism, and held by sheer tackiness of glue. The host was also dressed very badly, looking like a consummate Macy's sales shopper accentuated with Urban Outfitters for that extra spice, wherever that went, possibly into her curry tan. She was clearly once white. This attire is simply unacceptable for a semi-fine dining experience.