Oh, I dont stick my pinky out while sipping my sweet iced tea out of a mason jar or anything myself. I dont pretend to be overly cultured.
However, I generally dont look for fried chicken on the menu in a steakhouse. And if I find myself in a social situation where I'm not real sure what to do, I've found that watching what everyone else does and doing what they do generally keeps me from making too much of an ass of myself.
Hey, we're guys, we don't know these things instinctively. Our instincts tell us to grab the steak with our fingers, gnaw on it, make grunting noises and afterwards compliment each other on the quality of our farts and belchs. However, most of us are trained early in life by women....first our mothers, and then further refined by girlfriends and wives.
I'm just thinking some of these guys missed a couple of classes...
But then to be fair, GonZo and myself sometimes forget our training while eating at Fogo de Chao...
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