While working in New Jersey there was a Bennigan's just in front of the hotel I was staying in. The food wasn't bad and they had a decent bar. On the weekends they would bring in a DJ to play 80s and 90s music (because that was mainly the clientele on those nights) but the problem was he had a habit of bumping up the volume every so often. After a while it was so loud that everyone was leaning over to yell into the ears of anyone they were talking to. Shock waves would reverberate in drinks on the dining tables of the adjoining restaurant. It was nuts. After a couple times of that I quit going but not before having an interesting conversation with a Joisey guy who was making a good living as a pharmaceutical salesman because he couldn't find work after 15 years as a general construction contractor. It was an amazing story of adaptation.

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