Cha Cha Coco-Noise
What’s up with the noise? We spent the Columbus Day weekend in Sarasota, Florida visiting our son, Joey. We enjoyed the heat and the beach, and we ate too much. Perfect, right? I have only one complaint. Nearly every restaurant featured live music and when I say it was loud, I mean thunderous to the point where conversation was impossible. We stopped at a place called Cha Cha Coconuts for lunch where we were forced to scream at each other to be heard over the music. Even the waitress apologized for yelling at us.
I guess that after hours many people inhabit live music restaurants and bars to drink, dance, and flirt with the opposite sex. This does not require scintillating conversation and for many singles I suppose the loud music means they can smile and shake their booty without having to connect on a verbal level. Okay, I get that. But what is the excuse at lunchtime on a Sunday?
Later in the afternoon, hunting a place to have a few drinks and chat, we passed up about five places due to blaring music and finally landed at a little restaurant on Siesta Key called The Hub. The Hub also featured a musician with a guitar, but it was kept at a decibel that allowed for restaurant goers to engage in conversation without using megaphones. I’ll remember The Hub and will go there again. Also, their killer sangria ensures my return. Yum.
Sarasota is not the only guilty city with regard to noisy eating establishments. Atlanta is also a champ. I’m just wondering what the appeal is. I like live music, but I want to be able to converse with the person I am with. Too-loud music inhibits verbal exchange. For someone like my father-in-law, who is 86 and wears hearing aids, these loud music restaurants are not just irritating, they are unpleasant.
I guess if the only negative thing I can say about Sarasota is that they play their music too loud, it must be a pretty terrific city and, well, it really is. I understand why Joey fell in love with Sarasota and chose to call it home. After enjoying two sangrias at The Hub we walked the soft, sandy beach and gloried in a sunset so extraordinary it brought me to tears. Ironically, Sarasota offers the most beautiful music ever to hit my ears. The sound of the surf is a symphony I could listen to forever.
Til next time – Lisa