Marg, I totally understand, as many of us do. For my birthday last March I wanted to go to this nice restaurant in The Pearl District of Portland. Lots of lofts, converted warehouses, trendy eateries, art galleries, all of that kind of thing. I figured it would be loud, and yes, it sure was. It was a Saturday night, busy, and a foursome behind us with a lady who was clearly having a fun time and she laughed, and laughed, and laughed and it wasn't her fault that she had a loud laugh and was having fun, but I wanted to strangle her! The food was really good, great menu, lots of different things to try (it's Peruvian, of all things) and I wanted to go there so much, that I sacrificed hearing any conversation and having tinnitus up the ying-yang. Nobody else in our little group could hear either, so it just wasn't me. I'd love to go there again, but next time I'll make it lunch, or in the middle of the week, although I'm not so sure that would help with this particular restaurant. They make some of these places so darn echo-y. All that trendy concrete and wide open ceilings and nothing to absorb the noise, I guess. The picture I have of me on here now was taken that night. If I could put the little cartoon marks around my head signifying a bell ringing, or something like that, it would be appropriate.
Sue in Vancouver, USA