Last evening found us at Duffy's. You know, the place where you dine with zany types (that's why we fit in) and football helmets. Duffy's is a SPORTS BAR!!
Hundreds (could be an exaggeration) of screens line the joint with, well, sports shows.
One quick glance told me these guys just don't get it. Not one screen was flashing the flashiest of sports shows. Dancing with the Stars (they have taken major liberty with that term). Seriously, if THAT isn't a true sport, I am at a loss. Apparently, DAWN-CING is NOT an approved sport in the world of Duffy's (this according to our server-who obviously has NEVER taken a dance class). Fred and Ginger must be spinning at this nonsense.
I often ask myself and anyone around me who will listen (not that many), why restaurant bars keep their televisions tuned to sports channels, exclusively.
Think about that for a second.
How many establishments offer up anything for our viewing pleasure except sports?
See what I mean.
Oh, I am not REALLY talking about a bar that is absolutely designed to cater to sports fans. I'm giving the squint-eye to ALL sorts of restaurants from A-to-Z. No matter the price range, no matter the particular cuisine, no matter anything. Almost without fail, restaurants will have their bar screens blasting out some sport. Even if it's amateur ping-pong,marbles or horseshoe tossing...it is sports.
Would it kill 'em to switch over to Turner Classic Movies, the Food Network or a little Bravo once in a blue moon? It isn't very sporting of them to neglect an entire segment of diners, is it?
Just for grins I would like to sit in the bar at Morton's, sip a lovely Malbec, nibble on sliders and focus my blood-shot eyes on Paula Deen slapping butter and mayo on everything in her kitchen. Now THAT is a sport!
Naturally, I assume they have done scads of market research and totally understand that sports is THE one and only way to keep idiots, I mean diners, spending cold cash on food and beverage.
Evidently the majority of diners spin with rapture while swilling beer, gulping potato skins while allowing their eyes to glaze over enjoying the very finest of fine...wrestling.
This sports bar phenomenon is holding on for dear life, and I fear turning that tide would resemble getting the Kardashians out of the media arena. An impossible, but quite appealing dream. Oh, if only, but that's another blog.
Moving on, I have concluded I shall begin an online (where else?) campaign to lobby for some restaurant (and when I say restaurant, I am casting an eye at places like Arby's) to step up, slap a flat-screen on a greasy wall and anchor that channel on something more girlie (and when I say girlie, you can apply that to anyone).
Actually, I don't care WHAT channel Arby's (insert YOUR favorite greasy-spoon here) dials in, just NOT sports 24/7.
Kids, I am a good sport (don't listen to my nearest and dearest) and willing to share the screen time with sports fanatics...50/50.
Come ON, didn't restaurant bars learn the Golden Rule of sharing? I think I know the answer to that question.
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