A restaurant in North Sydney has reversed a decision to stop serving "small screaming children" after the Facebook post announcing the policy provoked swift response from patrons and parents.
Maybe parents should get their kids under control. Do they tolerate their kids running around at dinner time at the house. Do they allow them to scream and throw a fit at the table with out doing anything. Then why should the kids be allowed to do that at a restaurant.
There's nothing worse than a militant self-righteous parent. If your kids scream and casue a disturbance and you can't control them, then stay the F home or get a F-ing babysitter.
My parents used to take my sister and I everywhere when we were little, including fancy expensive restaurants where dressed up in our best formal attire. People would come over to the table just to compliment our parents on how well behaved we were. So it is possible to not have a screaming brat ruining everyone's meal.
No where in the restaurants post did they mention not serving all children, just the bratty out of control ones. The mother that got all indignant is part of the problem.
I've told some parents to quiet their progeny in the past and I've had a couple of them get in my face about it expecting I'd back down.
Lisa tells me my best response once was to tell someone that they had three choices: Go back to their table, go to the hospital, or go to the morgue. This was said calmly and the person chose to return to their table.
(Sadly I don't really remember what I said.)
These days I'm too old to care and I'd probably just get up and leave and refuse to pay on the principle that the restaurant can eat my bill if they can't keep the place under control.
Captain Grumpypants will lose some cutsomers over that one. Kids cry. Tough shit. Suck it up. This is right up there with this lady whop asked me to turn my music down on the seabus the other day--and I was wearing earbuds. She asked nicely. And I told her "no thanks" just as nicely. Then she looked at me like I'd just left my soiled undergarments on her kitchen table. ha ha ha. I'm sorry, if you can't put up with noise on the decibel scale of a whisper, maybe you shouldn't be out in public.
"BeaverFever" said My parents used to take my sister and I everywhere when we were little, including fancy expensive restaurants where dressed up in our best formal attire. People would come over to the table just to compliment our parents on how well behaved we were.
My parents used to take my sister and I everywhere when we were little, including fancy expensive restaurants where dressed up in our best formal attire. People would come over to the table just to compliment our parents on how well behaved we were. So it is possible to not have a screaming brat ruining everyone's meal.
Lisa tells me my best response once was to tell someone that they had three choices: Go back to their table, go to the hospital, or go to the morgue. This was said calmly and the person chose to return to their table.
(Sadly I don't really remember what I said.)
These days I'm too old to care and I'd probably just get up and leave and refuse to pay on the principle that the restaurant can eat my bill if they can't keep the place under control.
My parents used to take my sister and I everywhere when we were little, including fancy expensive restaurants where dressed up in our best formal attire. People would come over to the table just to compliment our parents on how well behaved we were.
I'm surprised you've turned out so bad.
They always scream when you drop them in boiling water.
Lobster Pound restaurant
They always scream when you drop them in boiling water.
Lobsters, screaming kids, restaurateurs or oblivious parents??
Lobster Pound restaurant
They always scream when you drop them in boiling water.
Lobsters, screaming kids, restaurateurs or oblivious parents??
We should try some controlled experiments.