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| - Ted's used to be a great stop along a night of bar hopping in the city. Yes, it's a dive, but it's been the setting for many a romantic rendezvous. I fear those days are over.
It's still a dark and dingy place, with wax tapers shoved into the mouths of a collection of empty liquor bottles, their shoulders encased in the streaming wax of those tapers of yore. Burning bright and scattered around the place, their lonely flames are usually all you see through the windows from the street, hinting at the depths beyond.
I have such fond memories with the best of friends there. And there was always good music. A great selection of 90s and 80s rock tracks that you can reminisce over, and when drunk enough, sing along and rock out to. However, where this was a redeeming quality in the past, it has now become the slow death of the establishment, and only because it's blasted at an insane volume. I grew up in front of Marshall stacks, and even I can't handle it any more.
The crowds I remember in past years seem to have dwindled. Since I find myself in the neighbourhood nearly every weekend now, and I don't usually enjoy the high-priced pretentiousness of Little Italy, I've ventured over to Ted's at least 5 times in the last few months. A couple of times, I had to wait over 5 minutes, standing at the bar, with a 20 in hand, to get served. One time, I actually gave up and walked out. And forget about reminiscing about anything. You can't hear a thing. If you're working the bar, it sounds somewhat reasonable, but if you're in any of the seating areas (back or front), with the speakers overhead, you're just asking for tinnitus. And forget about asking the bar staff to turn it down. They just blast the next song even louder to spite you.
After several failed attempts to talk to our friends over the music, we sat there defeated in a pathetic conversation-less state, chained only by the fact that our pints were still too full to walk away from. I think the point was driven home when our server walked over and told us it was last call, and asked if we wanted anything else. The response was given a mere 6 inches from the servers ear, and yet she never heard it: "Drop dead." Thankfully.
If you're playing Enter Sandman, and it's so loud that your speakers aren't able to handle it, and distorting all the beautiful notes and vocals, it's too f-ing loud.
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