....it is up for grabs.
Last night, in NYC (I am writing this on the train en route home) I had dinner with an old friend whom I haven't seen in a long time and with whom I wanted to catch up on many levels: personal, professional, etc.
We met at a restaurant. And had an excellent meal. But: conversation? We couldn't hear each other.
So: my idea? Concocted last night, in bed, in my hotel.
Someone must open a restaurant...eventually it will be a wildly successfully chain...and its name will be HUSH. The food, of course, will be fabulous. A great wine list. There will be carpeting on the floor. There will be no music playing. People will speak only in low, soft voices. Shrieky laughter will be penalized. (I have to work out the details of the rulebook. $10 penalty per shriek added to your bill? Or would stern looks suffice?)