You wanna know a good way to make sure I don't come back to your restaurant? Charge ten dollars for a drink. And that's for a normal-sized drink, not one of those crazy hat-sized margaritas that the the office girls gulp down at Happy Hour. Ten bucks? I think I'm also done paying ten bucks for a movie. For ten bucks, I'll stay home and watch movies on my tv and mix my own drinks.
Yes, I'm officially a grumpy old man now.
[ETA: Speaking of old men, this is an excellent Doonesbury cartoon.]