Music in restaurants [moved topic digression from Boston board]
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Penny: "There are places where nasty music, designed to move customers out of their seats, is company policy."
??? In my most cynical dreams, I can't imagine that. Why not just serve nasty food to move customers out of their seats? In other words, I can understand loud, fast rock music as an incentive to eat and move fast, a la a red-and-orange color scheme, but "nasty" music? Can you explain/give examples?
Joanie: Nothing's wrong in my book! But it is extremely annoying to be *subjected to up-front tunes rather than soothed by background music in a restaurant, IMO.
To me, foreground music, loud rock, rap, whining vocals -- anything that demands your attention is nasty in a restaurant.
I spend my money where I can hold a conversation without raising my voice and where the music is part of the decor not entertainment for the staff.
For a while at the Butcher Shop, the music was that pounding techno with make-believe drums. I'm sure you know the stuff I mean.
B & G was playing rap and Garrett told us he was just trying to give the place some "edge." We have never returned (and we were going there once a week.)
By the way, "edgy" when used to describe a restaurant will kill any desire I have to try the place.
It may be because I'm older and less tolerant than I was when I was younger, but I've been noticing music seems to be getting louder and louder wherever I go nowadays. Whether it's a restaurant playing music so loud I have trouble concentrating on what my companion is saying or in a grocery store, department stores and discount stores-- It's all TOO dang LOUD! (Sorry to shout...)
Mr.H and I went to a hoagie shop one time a few years ago and as we sat at a counter waiting for our meal, the music seemed to practically bore a hole in my brain it was so bad. I don't know various music types very well, but it seemed to be a combination of Punk and Heavy Metal. Either way, Mr.H and I called it "music to slit your wrists by"-- horrible! It was actually starting to make my stomach ache. Mr.H suggested we eat our hoagies in the car, but I said, "this is ridiculous; we shouldn't have to be exposed to this". So I marched back to the counter and asked the person to please turn down the music-- that it was making my stomach hurt. Lo and behold, he actually turned the music off!
I felt a little funny that he turned it off, but we enjoyed our hoagies in blissful silence. I'll generally speak up now if music is too loud. Life's too short to endure this kind of stuff.