Dinner jazz. Tasty thought. Yet it never seems to take hold. Sure, there are the pianos in the steakhouses, the crooners in the bars gone smokeless, the odd guy on Wednesdays with the keyboard and the microchip section that spools out drum and bass emulations like so much warm Velveeta. But rarely do you get a tenor sax in the dining room. Too much risk of raising hairs and tone deafness over... More >>>
Fourteen bucks for red beans and sausage? We don't want to know how much the lobster costs.