Just returned from an excellent meal at a highly regarded restaurant, filled with a prosperous-looking somewhat geriatric crowd.
Pasta e fagioli, the best I've ever had, a beautifully prepared whitefish with shitake mushrooms, and a good Vermentino. However, the restaurant was so noisy I could hardly think, and the woman I was sitting next to may be a good friend but she's also a spoiled and selfish bitch and I wasn't in the mood to be with her, so however good the food was, I just wanted to get the hell of there. Fortunately home was about five minutes away. Comparing notes afterward, my partner told me he had a similar experience.