Richard, checkbooks and Valentino ties are relics of late capitalism. Dinner is closely behind. You couldn't have been bothered to pull this shit open-collared over breakfast, with cash?
Being a Midwestern Gauchebag, I don't have oversized black glasses, elaborately tousled hair, or dining habits that are the culinary equivalent of rising bareback.
As a result I am unfamiliar with the New York City intelligentsia, so I had no idea who Richard Johnson was.
That being said, "Richard Johnson" is not the kind of name I'm going to Google in a cavalier fashion, as I suspect a high probability of porn-related results.
Who carries a checkbook to dinner???
What a name! Dick. Johnson. Wonder if his middle name is Rod? or Willy?