You don't go to Ruth's Chris [an upscale steak house] wearing painter's pants.

It is not merely an office building in Metairie, Louisiana, that dictates who and what Ruth's Chris Steak House is,

I'm still wearing the pants I had in the eleventh grade.

Guys are coming straight from work, paint all over their clothes. Some guys have so much sheet rock or plaster on them they look like ghosts. You shouldn't play golf dressed like a construction worker.

They're trying to push us. I've had to tell a few people more than once.

We have so much that's not on the menu. I've always been a steak house guy and I always have a good steak around, even if it's not listed on the menu.