My shameful Chowhound secret is that I sometimes do. I normally don't admit it even to myself but if Cantonese Restaurant A is normally filled with boisterous, laughing Chinese families celebrating and Cantonese Restaurant B predominantly caters to solemn non-Chinese American foodies, I'll dine at A nine times out of ten even if the food at B is slightly better. Likewise a mournful empty dining hall will seldom claim my attention just as, given the choice, I prefer weddings to funerals.
What about you? It's true confession time.