I'll take a burger, hold the musical review...

Now I am a fan of the burger, fries, and coke. It's the
quintessential meal of the Americana. And over the years I would like
to think that I have developed an appreciation for this, well I
wouldn't call it a cuisine; let's say meal. But for g-d sakes people
don't let the wait-staff brake out into song while you are eating.

I'm at a Johnny Rocket Burgers, a chain of 1950s retro burger joints.
Good burgers, decent fries, and malts. I try to get there in the late
afternoon when it's slow. Because if you don't you run a chance that
the staff will spontaneously brake out into song. With the singing
and if not well choreographed, then enthusiastic dance numbers. It's
part of the restaurants theme.

I put up with the risk of having my meal interrupted only because the
food is pretty good. Like this evening. I am half way through my
bacon and cheese burger when I hear the wait staff start talking.
"How about if we do 'Love Shack'?" For those of you who are not
familiar with late-80s music "Love Shake" was a top-ten song by the
B-52's, a relatively unknown band with a couple of brake-out hits.
And in that one moment one of the waiters looked at me and all I
could say is, "I know what is coming next." In a matter of minuets, I
finished my dinner, paid the bill and was out the door, with the
sound of the wait-staff breaking into a cracked a cappella version of
"Love Shack". This is why I say that you should never let anyone in
the food service industry be allowed to break out into song.