Here’s a dinner conversation that took place recently with my husband in a restaurant in Belgium:
What I said: “I’ve never heard so much Phil Collins in my life.”
What he heard: “I’ve never had so much self confidence in my life.”
The bottom line is that bad music can quickly derail a conversation. Conversely, when I stop to think about it, some of my best dinners have taken place in restaurants with killer soundtracks: Momofuku’s mix of Bowie, Modest Mouse, Wilco; Pizzeria Mozza’s classic rock with the Stones and Who in heavy rotation; and then as cliché as it might seem, Billie Holiday moodily piping through the speakers at Bouchon in Napa Valley. What’s better than bistro fare with blues?
