What a strange night at Cornish Pasty. The service was superb so I tipped 37%, and while I ate I heard some great Johnny Cash, Waylon and Neil Young over the restaurant speakers. I also heard a woman at a nearby table say, "That is the most disgusting bathroom I've ever seen in a restaurant." I wanted to just sip and chill for awhile after dinner, and I joked with two servers that they should now switch and play Led Zeppelin. 15 seconds later two things happened: the country music playing was increased dramaticlly in volume (I was amused---did I do that?), and I now felt cold air conditioning blowing on the back of my neck (I was less amused since it was 10pm and prior to this the heat had been on all night since it is January). I now had my hoodie on over my head as the AC poured down upon me for the next 30 minutes, then I exited, wondering which hamfisted manager makes such decisions, and why.