I have had a chance to dine in quite a few restaurants during my trip. Today it was the Salt Water Grill here in Swansboro for an Easter buffet dinner.
One strange thing that I have noticed as we have journied up the coast is that invariably the music played for the enjoyment of the diners comes from the sixties.
Hey, no complaint from me pal! That is my decade. But when I look around at the customers, the vast majority are not from that era. And certainly not the hired help, many of whom look to be about 20.
And when one is in an elegant Italian Rest. in Charleston, which is oozing European atmosphere, Tiny Dancer just doesn't cut it.
It seems to me then that it is probably a baby boomer owner or manager who makes the choice. Right? It has nothing to do with the atmosphere or what is right for the customers.
But cmon, when I am eating a casual dinner at an Italian Trattoria in St. Augustine, do I really need Sexual Healing? Do I even need music??? After all, we are sitting at a curbside table.
Restaurant music should help set the atmosphere for the meal, not keep a busy manager tapping his toe back in the office. Get with it or get rid of it. (With apologies to Mr. John and Mr. Gaye.)
Now, where's my key lime pie?
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