I found out this week that I have something in common with President Elect Donald Trump. Both he and I prefer our steaks well cooked.
Yes, I am one of those awful classless people who like their steaks blackened to a crisp. You might think with my Europhile metropolitan politics, that I would be a sophisticated foodie type, but I am in fact thoroughly plebian and provincial in my tastes. Alongside well-cooked steaks, I always drink beer with my meals, never wine, I like spam and I prefer death metal to opera. And I wear Crocs.
I am probably not the best person to try and persuade others that having a shoes-off policy can be classy and not at all tacky when I'm such a classless jerk myself.