Yesterday we went for brunch at Java & Jam on Las Olas. Our table was directly beneath a speaker, out of which hits from the ’80s blared. And I wondered: Do we need Bruce Springsteen screaming in our ears on Sunday morning? Isn’t he more of a Saturday night guy? How many waiters and waitresses are risking early hearing loss simply by working in South Florida restaurants? How much more soothing, and appropriate, would have been the Ink Spots crooning “Java Jive”?
