No More Beautiful Music At The Palms?

A couple of weeks ago, upon the recommendation of my friends, lets call them Mr & Mrs Rutland, I headed to The Palms restaurant on Strongs Avenue. The drawcard? A reportedly homeless man had been hired as the restaurant's entertainment.

Apparently the man's musical secondment had started with cello interludes but the clientele hadn't really taken to the performances so the owner asked him if he had another instrument he could play.

Mr Rutland had it on good authority that this new instrument would be a recorder. Yes, a recorder, the woodwind musical instrument commonly played by school children, much to the dismay of their parents.

This understandably was too good an opportunity to pass up. It's not everyday you see a grown up homeless man playing the recorder. Along with Mr Rutland and Butternut I headed to the Palms ready to see whether diners would enjoy eating Italian food to the calming sound of the recorder.

As it turns out, the recorder was really a clarinet. That disappointment aside, the entertainment lived up to expectations with The Beatles and a unique rendition of Pop Goes The Weasel all getting a whirl on the clarinet.

Understandably you'd be keen to head to The Palms to hear Pop Goes the Weasel on the clarinet but the homeless man apparently hasn't played at The Palms for the last two weeks and the rumor mill suggests he's played his last gig. Shame. I encourage you to voice your concern directly to the Palms.