I am sad to report that "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!". The yahoo factor is getting steadily worse. Thursday night at Earls has become a trial of bellowing testosterone-driven idiots and blairing sportscasters.
But we still love the food and familiarity. So, we decided to try it on a Sunday afternoon. What could be safer than Sunday? Ha! Wrong! The place was not busy, except for one big group of guys at the high-tops in the lounge. The hostess thoughtfully seated us as far from them as possible, but the Moon would not have been far enough. These dweebs had been there since 10 am, drinking bottle after bottle of wine, hooting and hollering, and being utterly obnoxious.
Finally, one of them stumbled outside on the arms of two unsteady buddies, and we hoped they'd all had enough and were heading home. Wrong again. We had to endure them for our entire meal. Grimly, we finished, paid up, and left.
Out in the parking lot the drunk guy was lying on the ground with his shirt off while his buddies and the restaurant manager stood guard. The manager had called a taxi van, which was just pulling up; I silently wished her luck extracting the rest of the animals from the restaurant. As we pulled away, we looked at each other and words were not needed. This is the LAST time we go to Earls.
We've been patient, Ohhhh, we've been patient. I admit I am prejudiced against TVs in public places, but I am clearly justified in asserting that TVs are the beginning of the end for a decent restaurant. Earls went straight down the tube after they added that wall of flatscreens. Sunday afternoon was the last straw.
I'm very sad about it all. Earls is a great place with remarkable food and wonderful staff. But much of their clientele is positively sub-human. I dare say that by next summer we'll be having lunch on their patio again, but as long as the inside is ruled by TVs and Idiots, count us out. We just don't belong there anymore.