To hell with restaurants that sing, chant and announce to their fellow patrons that it's someone's birthday. Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. I'm trying to enjoy a night out and have a pleasant conversation, not talk over a group of socialites doing the funky chicken complete with a chicken hat. So to hell with you: Babe and your highly over-rated fried chicken and mismatched chairs, Papa's Restaurants (excluding Papa's Bros. Steakhouse), Razoos with your pretentiously printed menus that try to look hand-doodled, and all other restaurants that support this annoying lifestyle. Please, take your free desert and shove it in your loud mouth. Thanks.