Disappointing Dave, thought you might be the last bastion of the dinner dress code
At the NCC dinners of old, one simply had to dress down for dinner, due to the inevitable food fighting which ensured. I particularly remember a fine dinner at the Punch Bowl, Low Row where the profiterole bombardment took on the gravy syringes. With help from the military the profiteroles won.
Another at the Hill Inn was memorable due to the trifle being served over ones head.