Monday, March 12, 2007

I'll never complain about my kid again.

...I'm sure that resolution won't last until Friday, but great googly-moogly, there are some rotten kids in the world.

Saturday night we went to Billy's for dinner. Even though it calls itself a tap room, and does have a bar, it is in fact a restaurant with a chef and excellent service and filet mignon on the menu. (Filet mignogn au poivre. Mmmmm.) It is located next to John D Rockefeller's old summer house, to give you an idea of neighborhood. (And has been around long enough for ol' Johnny to have stopped in for dinner now and then.) When we arrived, we were put in The Kid Room (you know, the room in back where they chuck potential problem customers), which seemed unfair because OUR kid is pretty good in public. But then, they can't know that.

The other kids that were there. Oh. My. Goodness. There were six kids to four adults at a large table in the corner. The kids threw food - AND DISHES - on the floor. Then they threw themselves on the floor and rolled in it. There was one kid in a high chair (the rest were from ages two to eight) who SCREAMED non stop, while it's mother sat and drank two bottles of wine and ignored it. And while I'm no Emily Post, I was completely floored when one of the parents took the cloth napkins and TIED THEM ON THE KID'S HEADS SO THEY COULD BE PIRATES. What in the FUCK??!!??

Meanwhile, my little one was calmly working her way through the shrimp salad and squealing (with a pointy finger extended) when she wanted a drink of milk. She also liked the cheesecake. If I didn't feed her fast enough she'd open her mouth and go 'aaaaah'. Very funny.

After nearly an hour of this... this... rampage of bad manners, they all got up and left. The one father said to the room at large "We'll get out of your hair now." while LAUGHING.

To which the husbeast replied, loudly, "ASSHOLE."

Everyone else in the room kind of went "Yeah. What the husbeast said." (There is a reason he is known as the husbeast.)

There was a group of little old ladies in the corner who applauded as the kids walked out.

Why do people like that have children in the first place, when they do nothing but ignore them? I don't get it.

10 comments:

Netter said...

Too lazy to hire a babysitter (or no one will sit for them). Hubby and I call the kids' room at one local restaurant "the family ghetto."

Kari said...

We had an experience somewhat akin to that, in which while the child was throwing his fit, screaming and the parents ignoring him, my 4yr old (aka the boy) calmly looked at hubby and said "That boy just aint right Daddy".
It's a shame when parents don't care if their children act that way... they are the same people who wonder what happened to the world...

debsnm said...

I have a story like that, too - BUT I once let the kidlet do her worst. I was waiting to get my car back from a simple oil change, they were 2 hours past the time they promised, I was tired, she was tired - you get the picture. I never saw mechanics move so fast! Got my car back in about 30 minutes. It's amazing what a well-placed child fit will do to move mechanics!

amy said...

Imagine how that table's server felt. I bet they left a mess, didn't they? And I can BET they didn't tip well. I spent years as a waitress (that's probably apparent, huh?). Nowhere in the job description is "cleaning up after customers' children." Now that I have my own children, not only do I expect them to behave in restaurants--or we do not go out--but I clean up after them. No, they don't throw food on the floor, but they do drop some sometimes. They're children. I'M the one who gets down and picks it up. The server is there to serve the food. I also tip well.

It's people like that who prejudice businesses against children, and the rest of us with kids eventually suffer for it.

Bells said...

That story makes me feel kind of sick. I hate that sort of behaviour.

My children will learn to eat well in public. End of story.

And good for the Husbeast. Someone had to say it.

Catie said...

My parents always used to bring me out with them to restaurants, even on their anniversary dinners. My mom has been known to tell me that I had great table manners as a kid until my dad taught me bad habits... I don't know what the bad habits were though. I've never heard of a "kid's room" in a restaurant. Too bad you had to endure what you did.

Amy Lane said...

Hey--I waited on that family 15 years ago... you mean they're still allowed to procreate?

Brewgal said...

Nothing like a bunch of brats to make you appreciate your own progeny. :-)

Lola said...

Mark my words . . . these kids will show up in the newspaper because they will have done stuff that hooligans do . . .

NeedleTart said...

Parenting ought to be a lisenced activity. If you have to pass a test to have a car, why not a child (who will last a whole lot longer and put way more miles on you!)/