In every sort of entertainment venue, there is a telos. In a successful place, the telos will match both patrons' and sponsors' expectations.
Sometimes, a conflict of expectations will lead one to reject a restaurant.
For example, I like McDonald's hamburgers and fries. I think they are delicious for what they are, quickly prepared, and the facilities are generally quite satisfactory.
Unfortunately, here in Center City Philadelphia, at any time other than the pressing rush of lunch-hour crowds, the vague unease of menace lurks in the atmosphere. Philadelphia is not, to the looks of it, well supplied with facilities to appropriately contain petty criminals, the aged, madmen, and truants. So lured by usable toilets and climate control, they all come to gibber meaninglessly and/or profanely. Further, some will creep upon normal customers and bay for salves to quiet their pitiful addictions.
So, I usually do take out.
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