I love that I live in a capital city where you can book a table at a restaurant using your first name only. And this still applies, even if you have a generic name like Paul, Ann or Mary.
I'm going to attempt going out to lunch on Friday. I have created a list of this town's most noisiest restaurants and will visit them over the next year. They are the kind of places where you can lip-read what the person next to you is saying, and in turn you hand them a written response. Nightclubs for adults I call them. The food is usually bad, but nobody can hear you complain. Bonus points are scored if the venue has carpeting, especially if it's on the walls. But this is difficult to find post-1978.
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