My girlfriend and I were enjoying some time together at a nice restaurant in Biltmore Village when we (and everyone else) heard yelling in another room. I assumed it was someone making a toast who had had a little too much wine, but it turned out to be animal rights protesters. I became incredulous and frankly pissed amid repeated shouts of “Animals are not food!” It was obnoxious and inconsiderate.
I’ve lived here a long time and I have opinions, too, but I don’t go beating people over the head with them. It just seems there’s a better, more respectful way to get one’s thoughts across than harassing patrons when they’re trying to enjoy a rare night out. It’s quite possible some of them weren’t even eating meat! But do they really think the old guy over there with the trout’s gonna go, “Hey — wait a minute, they’re right —what am I doing?!?”
What if I went to a theater when these people were there and kept yelling, “Actors make too much money” over and over during the movie? Do we now need security guards at fine dining establishments? I swear to God, the left wing is getting just as intolerant as the right these days.
By the way, the paella was great.
— Chris Carter