Who upset the maître d’?

Our natural curiosity was aroused by this social poser. We’re pretty quick to get on the same wavelength of any consumer, but this one has us beaten. Whose moccasins might we find under this table to walk the fabled mile in? Reserving a table for one, set with just four wine glasses and a single seat facing the wall is a pretty sad Saturday night!

There’s nowt so queer as folk.