Whats worse than screaming kids in a restaurant?
I’ve got a pet peeve — Pipe down! — all right, I’ve got lots of pet peeves, but one that is shared by many of you is the screaming brat in the restaurant. A good meal isn’t just the food; it’s also the wine, the conversation, the setting, and the ability to enjoy all these aspects of the dinner. Nothing — and I do mean nothing — chaps my ass like having my meal ruined by parents letting their kids run riot throughout the restaurant, confusing Koba Sushi or The Water Grill for Chuckie Cheese. It doesn’t even have to be a fancy restaurant; unless there’s a big rat and arcade games, it ain’t the place for a play date. The sheer bloody rudeness of the adults is mind-blowing; they’re simply oblivious. I was having lunch with my wife and a friend at a sandwich shop, when a blonde, rail-thin, Landrover-driving blonde mom flounced in with her young son trailing behind, the kid pushing one of those Fisher-Price two-wheeled contraptions, the one with the clear bubble and a punch of crap insi
