For something like three years we watched as Bar Rita went up on Andrews Avenue, so naturally we went to the opening last night. The food was very good; the music, at 5:30, was deafening. “It’s early,” I said to Hania. “I’m sure it will get quieter as the evening goes on.”
“What is it with Americans and their loud music in restaurants?” Hania asked as we headed to the car. After waiting three years, we were out under an hour.
“It’s to keep people like us away,” I told her.
And it probably will.
