Hunny and I tried to go out for a little quiet dinner around 10 o'clock last night.
Shouldn't be a big deal. It's Saturday, but it's late. How many obnoxious children can there possible be? How bad can service be? It's late, but well before closing and not that busy...(we checked the hours on the door to be sure we weren't harassing staff close to closing)
Well, apparently, it is a big deal.... We get to the restaurant. We are seated. Immediately we notice that the table is wobbly. And not just a little wobbly. Like, you move your elbows and cause an earthquake. All good and fine, we figure we will politely ask to be moved...except our hostess disappeared like a shot. And then we had no waiter. While we are waiting, the people behind us have an infant...who is fussing...loudly. But thankfully, they leave.
So we waited....
and waited...
TWO employees pass by. The second guy notices and I hear him say under his breath..."Where is your guys server....?"
Then, the hostess comes by and asks if anyone is helping us, yet. To which we reply "no." but before we can get another word in to have our table switched, she disappears! My BF tried to call her back, but she ignored his, "excuse me!" and just took off.
*sigh*
At last, service appears. We get a rushed greeting, being asked how everything is...but before we can respond, we get asked what drinks we want. We ask to have our table switched...then proceed to order.
We are back from the salad bar and half way through our salads when the drinks finally arrive. but my Hunny's food is on time, so ok.
Everything went approximately ok after that. But then the babies start.
Yes, more babies.
It is 10 fucking 45 at night and these assholes have their BABIES out with them.
WTF?
The one baby was behaving herself pretty well. Until little demon spawn shows up. And of course, where oh where does this family and their hell-child get seated...right next to us!!! YAY WE WIN!
This kid is maybe 2. Banging on the table. SCREECHING at the top of his lungs. (which of course gets the other baby in the restaurant started- I notice that hell-spawn babies- unlike normal babies- communicate like dogs in a neighborhood- one starts and then they all start)
What, you may ask, are the parents doing about this screeching? What do they do when little junior bags and slaps the table? Why, tell him how cute he is and encourage him to shout some more!!!
I couldn't even concentrate on the conversation I was having. My hunny was teaching me some complex stuff, and each time mid-something critical to my understanding, this kid would SCREECH. It was painful! I would stop...and close my eyes...and flinch..it was THAT loud.
Thankfully, we had received the check. We weren't finished with our sodas (which hadn't been brought by our original server, but someone else), but we just put the cash in the folder and headed out the door anyway.
Some fucking people. Between the service and the toddlers what a rotten night.
Shouldn't be a big deal. It's Saturday, but it's late. How many obnoxious children can there possible be? How bad can service be? It's late, but well before closing and not that busy...(we checked the hours on the door to be sure we weren't harassing staff close to closing)
Well, apparently, it is a big deal.... We get to the restaurant. We are seated. Immediately we notice that the table is wobbly. And not just a little wobbly. Like, you move your elbows and cause an earthquake. All good and fine, we figure we will politely ask to be moved...except our hostess disappeared like a shot. And then we had no waiter. While we are waiting, the people behind us have an infant...who is fussing...loudly. But thankfully, they leave.
So we waited....
and waited...
TWO employees pass by. The second guy notices and I hear him say under his breath..."Where is your guys server....?"
Then, the hostess comes by and asks if anyone is helping us, yet. To which we reply "no." but before we can get another word in to have our table switched, she disappears! My BF tried to call her back, but she ignored his, "excuse me!" and just took off.
*sigh*
At last, service appears. We get a rushed greeting, being asked how everything is...but before we can respond, we get asked what drinks we want. We ask to have our table switched...then proceed to order.
We are back from the salad bar and half way through our salads when the drinks finally arrive. but my Hunny's food is on time, so ok.
Everything went approximately ok after that. But then the babies start.
Yes, more babies.
It is 10 fucking 45 at night and these assholes have their BABIES out with them.
WTF?
The one baby was behaving herself pretty well. Until little demon spawn shows up. And of course, where oh where does this family and their hell-child get seated...right next to us!!! YAY WE WIN!
This kid is maybe 2. Banging on the table. SCREECHING at the top of his lungs. (which of course gets the other baby in the restaurant started- I notice that hell-spawn babies- unlike normal babies- communicate like dogs in a neighborhood- one starts and then they all start)
What, you may ask, are the parents doing about this screeching? What do they do when little junior bags and slaps the table? Why, tell him how cute he is and encourage him to shout some more!!!
I couldn't even concentrate on the conversation I was having. My hunny was teaching me some complex stuff, and each time mid-something critical to my understanding, this kid would SCREECH. It was painful! I would stop...and close my eyes...and flinch..it was THAT loud.
Thankfully, we had received the check. We weren't finished with our sodas (which hadn't been brought by our original server, but someone else), but we just put the cash in the folder and headed out the door anyway.
Some fucking people. Between the service and the toddlers what a rotten night.
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