After walking for many blocks, and reading many menus, I was fed up. Karen wanted to read every menu in town. I finally said, "We're eating here!"
Here, it turned out, was a sports bar with a dozen TV's playing a dozen games, and a loud radio station blaring another. But I was stubborn. And I survived by anesthetizing with local micro-brews. The I was happy for a while. Karen drove us home.