I’m a country mouse at the best of times. Last ate out at our local pub in October. I’ve forgotten how it’s done ( at least I can still use cutlery, unlike my kids).
We are planning a few days in London and BIL ( who lives quite a different life!) has booked his local Italian. Described on tripadvisor as ‘refined’ and ‘beloved of celebs’. I don’t want to underdress, but I also don’t want to do that ‘I’m in London for the day so I’m wearing my Sunday best and nicest bonnet’ thing.
My style is, basically, Boden with added FatFace and Hobbs. If she is in the restaurant, that Delavigne woman will not see an incoming style usurper.