This post is proof I have nothing to say at all.
has there been any wenger out type rampage over this.
I did not. He was at the adjacent table, with a very small chap. There was no beret; jeans and high-heeled boots. Jeans, for the love of God, at dinner. No class at all.
The head could be a lot worse, actually. The final tally was one tankard of black velvet, one bottle of Barolo, one glass of champagne, two vieux carrés. Pretty parsimonious, I think you'll agree.
I had a sausage muffin from Burger King for brekfast. I cannot recommend this.