Summer has arrived in Maine.

The sun has been shining constantly. There’s been little rain. Our lawn is a nice shade of tan.

With this temperature change comes the turning on of the air conditioning.

With it comes all the headaches you can imagine.

Everyone in the first turn is cold. You can guess the age of people who eat at 5:00. No one complains during the second turn. It just the 5:00ers.

And I’m amazed at the number of people who lose their shit about making it warmer in the dining room. Last week a woman told her server that she couldn’t feel her fingers and that her lips were turning blue. It was 72 in the dining room.

Two weeks ago a man left a 30% survey score because he was cold.

And if it’s not the air conditioning it’s the level of the music.

Table G1 ask for the music to be turned down 1,457,894 times tonight.

The volume never changes.

Ever.

It’s been the same since I started. Yes, it’s loud. But it’s the level Chef wants. He pays the mortgage he can set the level as he sees fit.

Fun thing about both of these issues.

The air. Nor the music are going to be changed for the sake of one person.

It’s set for the good of the whole.

Socialism at its best.

It’s not even just for guests.

Our air conditioning thermostat fluctuates between 69 and 71. None of these is cold. And it’s for our staff as much as it is for guests.

Who wants to watch your server melt in front of you.

Not to mention that we have an 18 foot wide open fire about 35 feet from bar. It’s warm.

So if you are a person who tends toward the chilly side, bring a sweater. You’ll be much happier than sitting there being miserable because we won’t change the temp.

And it’s totally not cool to demand your comfort supersede anyone else’s.