No cell phones, candlelight all sounds very nice... but I really don't consider my clothes to be "trappings of modern life". Clothes have been around for a very long time I think.
Waiter: “Sir, we’re closed. You need to leave now.”
Customer: “I can’t. I’m stuck to the vinyl seat.”
This is disgusting!
I used to take life drawing, that means the subjects are nude. There were chairs and pillows in the studio that the models sat on. I would not touch one of those pillows for anything.
I can see it now, your table is facing the lady with her snatch hanging down like a pee coat sleeve, and you are told that there are no other tables available. Happy dining.
“Here’s the pizza, and HERE’S the pepperoni”.
Are the cooks and other hired hands clothed?
As you are seated, the garçon ambles over to take your order. Your head is about waist high to him. That ain’t kosher in my book!
Waiter, there is a hair in my soup...
the cook and his assistants are naked too?
Waitress, what’s the fly doing in my soup?
“Well, it’s not doing the backstroke because it’s hanging onto a floating pube”.
I like eating out, clad.