The Eat House Diner

Sometimes it really is hard to give the right appraisal of a place because only a couple of minor things let you down... esp when one of those minor things is actually pretty bloody annoying. 

The door service was great, the caramelised pork I had was so delicious I sometimes wake up at night having cravings and can hear it's siren song beckoning me forth. Decor is cute and unique, prices are right on the good side of things. Wine list is short but has merit (except the organic red I tried- it was vile, but thats my fault, I should have remembered my tongue doesnt like green red wine much)., desserts were killer and staff coping pretty well for  busy night...

So what let it down you ask? 

The acoustics. The sound. I get that concrete floors with wood furniture are chich and easy to clean, but I had to shout all my way through dinner to be heard, had to crane in to hear. We gave up on conversation as the vibe was more akin to a rowdy pub night then a relaxed dinner. It sucks too because I would love to eat their food again, but just cannot bear the thought after coming home with a sore throat from shouting and the early part of a headache. 

I know its cool right now to cover your venues in concrete and make for the vibrant vibe, but it just doesnt make for an intimate eating out experience for me- or even a fun one- to have to wail like a banshee at my companions.