I think I may start a regular, weekly feature aggregating Kentucky-esque behavior in places that aren't, technically, Kentucky. Though I'd be surprised if at least one of these people didn't have Kentucky roots:
Seriously: change the words "one of Tampa's priciest restaurants" to "a nightspot on state road 378 southwest of Rock Lick" and this is pretty much a typical Saturday night in my neighborhood.
Also, doesn't the "lawyer who tried too hard to get involved" sound like the elevator pitch for a network drama?
There's a reason why I don't work in Hollywood anymore, you know.
In case you're interested, here's a pdf of the SideBern's wine list. There's apparently a good chance that the participants in the above fracas were tanked-up on some first-class juice. Which isn't like Kentucky at all.