You should see an Olds reaction when I tell them I'm not turning the music down and im not turning off the fan. (Fan in winter mode so it's not blowing on them).

I don�t complain, I just make a note to never return if the music is at an uncomfortable level. It is their business and they can run it the way they want to. They, most likely, are not going to change just for me. Usually the louder the music, the worse the food anyway.

It's called The Bunker

lol quote of the day ^^^^^

I'm confused. Is this thread political or religious?

Old people complain about everything and think everyone should cater to their demands...they are a lot like millennials in that way. If I had a restaurant and didn't care if it made money or not, I would have bouncers to keep out the snowflakes and curmudgeons. Maybe they could ask screening questions like, "what's your favorite Metallica song?, and why does UT suck"?

Addendum: Chains send in their own spies to monitor everything. Individual restaurant owners, and the managers keep their eyes and ears open as well.
If the music is way loud, accompanying all the other loudness of the "hustle and bustle" of "food consummation," then the hope is the "volume will kill your taste buds," thus masking poor product.

Addendum II: Smiling, walking around and going up to tables to ask, "How is everything today?" will hopefully garner the "return business."

Addendum III: Managers want to hear from consumers, but obviously they hope to hear nothing but praise. Running a restaurant and constantly pleasing people out for a night is tough. Turning down the "volume" could be easy, but managers won't unless a complain is served hot on a plate.

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Grumble, grumble, grumble, I'm old, grumble, grumble, grumble.

Nope but full of grumpy old guys much like The Bunker.

I no longer yell about kids being on the grass because it�s dead from lack of water. If I watered I would be bitchin 24 hours day about the cost of water and the conspiracy to drain our lakes for the rich people in Dallas. Now I just keep the balls kids throw over the fence. I may to to Grandys to see if they still have those hot ladies passing out biscuits and honey.