By way of a round-about social commentary I am going to explain how Sarah's and my date night was last night....
I have always said that I don't like government intervention in things that don't concern them. One of my biggest pet peeves is smoking bans. If a person owns an establishment and he/she prefers for WHATEVER reason to allow smoking (even if it is designed to DECREASE the family atmosphere), that is their right. It is, after all, their private property. Conversely if another person owns a similar establishment and decides for health, economic or astrological reasons that they don't want smoking... even better. They have also made a choice in how to administer their property.
Now as consumers/customers we all have a choice. Do we want to keep the status quo and go to a place that is more open to whatever it's patrons would like to do there or do we want to frequent a location that has been proactive in eliminating what most people see as a disgusting habit? You can even lobby the smoking establishment to change it's rules to make itself more friendly to health conscious patrons. Those are acceptable choices. To go run to mommy (aka big government) and tattle on establishment #1 is a 5 year old's mentality. The bottom line is this....
Talk with your pocket book!
Support places that have the environment that you like and refuse to give another dime to those who you don't. I don't want a pedicure, so guess what? I don't frequent nail salons!
That bring me to our date. We went downtown CS for a little Josh and John's followed by a stroll. As we walked I recalled that I had been looking for a pub or tavern that shows Premiership football early on weekends. I figured that the first check should be with Jack Quinn's, the most popular/trendy place in CS of supposed Irish extraction.
We walked in the door to ask the hostess if they showed the games and if they had a schedule of those they would be airing. She looked at us and before I could ask my very simple and reasonable question, she abrasively told me that we would have to throw our ice cream away. Not "we don't allow outside food here" or even more informative "the health code says that you can't bring in food from outside," which I later learned is the case.
Understanding that servers sometimes are very busy and tempers can get short, I explained that I just had a quick question and we'd be on our way. Before I could continue, yet ANOTHER person (I think the manager) proceeded to jump into our conversation and told me that I wasn't allowed in with outside food (not the food wasn't allowed... I wasn't allowed) in an equally obnoxious tone - still never explaining that there was a health code issue involved.
To add insult to injury, this employee (the first one) of a purportedly Irish-style pub looked at me like I was syphilitic when I DARED ask about something so boorish and uncultured as sport... even one beloved by Irish people.
So..... I am voting with my pocketbook. JACK QUINNS will not get a cent of my money... ever.
The nice hostess outside
JOSE MULDOON'S kindly explained that bringing in outside food is indeed a violation of the health code and for that nicety, they will be getting my mealtime business when I am downtown.
Despite this, Sarah and I had a nice walk in the beautiful Colorado evening. It turned out to be a nice affordable date night with only a touch of "aggro."