I eat out frequently, will happily munch on everything except eggs (another story) and friends will tell you I’m an easy going sort. Few things really annoy me but when it comes to restaurants, here are my prime gripes:
Basically if it’s on – I’m off. I hardly ever go out to eat alone and I fully intend to talk to my companion(s) during the meal. Any music playing is invariably far too loud. A couple of years ago in one well known chain in the UK the volume was on full pelt and when we requested a reprieve the waiter obliged only to discover (no surprise) that everyone in the establishment was screeching manically at each other in an attempt to be heard.
Only last week I visited one of my favourite tavernas in Paphos. This place boasts a stunning location right on the beach. My soundtrack of choice is the sea and the birds but I was dismayed when this was drowned out by the thump of the local rock station. Why?
Having said all that, I do occasionally enjoy some classical music aired at suitably low volume (it’s not called background music for nothing) and afternoon tea at The Ritz wouldn’t be the same at all without the resident pianist but these are special occasion venues, not everyday experiences (I assume!)
Not too close together please. I don’t wish to hear your conversation and I’m quite sure you’d rather pass on mine!
I often feel that I’ve mistakenly opened the wrong door and pitched up in an operating theatre. Such bright lights! Why? Aside from the fact that a little subdued lighting makes for a far more relaxing experience, it’s terribly cruel to bestow a fluorescent onslaught upon ladies of a certain age.
I love wine. Having ordered a bottle it can become a serious battle of wills to persuade the waiter to refrain from constantly hovering and replenishing my glass. I prefer to do so myself in my own time, especially if I’m the designated driver! I want to know exactly how much I’ve had.
Strangely, the food itself is rarely a prime factor in my choice of restaurant. Most establishments can produce a variety of well-cooked meals these days and as I’m not a fussy eater I can always find something appealing on the menu.
Give me ambience every time.
Oh – and I can always be silenced with a plate of warm pitta, some fresh houmous and a bowl of fat, glistening, Greek olives…