 Media people are in town. They're probably not doing dress code. I don't know. So I sat at the bar where I was really close to their table. Trying not to act like a weirdo who just wanted to be 10 feet away from people I see on TV every day. Like a hick. But I did. And I ordered what turned out to be the best pork chop of my life. Oh, nice. A great baked potato. Some really good coleslaw. And then I had the best key lime pie of my life. But.