Went out for a late lunch a couple of hours back, wound up at a slightly upscale joint a block away. This barrio has a strange mix of funky and chic -- many eating establishments have been around for years in one form or another, feeling like mom & pop outfits,or something not far from that. Today's did not have the mom & pop feel -- too slick in a polished-metal way. Decent food, decent atmosphere, decent wait staff. A TV mounted over the entrance plays local programming, sound off, while a bizarre mix of music gets piped in.
The the tunes that accompanied my meal: Thunderball -- Tom Jones; Stuck In The Middle With You -- Stealers Wheel; Monday, Monday -- the Mamas and Papas; an ersatz-jazzy, Vegas-style arrangement of Michael, Row The Boat Ashore (I am not making that up) sung by God knows who; Under The Milky Way -- The Church.