Yesterday morning at 8 am, fresh off the L train from JFK, I walked into El Brilliante cafe for some breakfast. The food is decent but they’re always playing Latin music — loud, throbby, bassy — at unacceptably loud levels. Who enjoys getting their ears pinned back by barrio music during breakfast? An eggs-and-bacon experience should never be accompanied by anything more than mild chit-chat, soft talk-radio and the rustle of newspapers.
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