A restaurant is not a playground!

I’m pretty sure that those kids who are allowed to make a monumental mess, you know, the food on the floor thing, dumping shit all over the table…..are the same kids, who, when they get older re allowed to treat a restaurant a a playground. If you want your kids to have a playscape, take them to McDonald’s. Please.

I worked a memorial luncheon yesterday, there were nine kids there, all old enough to know better, (had they been taught in the first place.)
It was a buffet luncheon, however they wanted the kids to order off the kids menu. While I was trying diligently to get their order, they kept getting up and running around. Turns out I missed one of them. Whoops. So all the other kids got served before him. (Didn’t bother me)

As I was trying to set down a beer for a man sitting at a table with some of the kids, one of them had a book in her hand, she turned, waving the book around, hit the beer glass while it was in my hand. Yup, beer got splattered all over.

There was cake on the buffet table for dessert, (it’s what they ordered) now they want to know if the kids can have ice cream instead. Yes, but there’s going to be a charge for it.

Once again we missed one kid in the ordering process due to their inability to stay seated and their parents unwillingness to do anything about this. It was also not clear how many wanted chocolate syrup on their ice cream. My fellow server suggested we pour it into little ramekins and serve it on the side. I said no. First of all, chocolate is a food group in my world, and I didn’t want to see any of it got to waste, and second, didn’t want to deal with the possible mess it could make, so I brought the syrup out with me, and poured in on the ice cream at the table. The one we missed, also wanted ice cream and asked if he could pour on the chocolate syrup himself. “NO!” (that felt good)

After they were done with the ice cream, they proceeded to run, yes literally run through the dining room. Weaving in and out of tables, having races in the aisle in front of the buffet table. C’mon people, use a little common sense and quit turning a blind eye to your kids behavior. Those pans that keep the food hot on the buffet are filled with hot water. Not to mention the sterno that is burning underneath them. If they start jostling each other, and knock a pan over and get burnt, I’m sure all these parents would suddenly become overly concerned about whose fault it was, and ultimately blame us, because we didn’t have a sign that read “No foot races within 3 feet of this table.”