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Eating Out

On Wednesday night, my amazing husband took me to Sapporo, a great hibachi and sushi restaurant, for our 4 year anniversary.  We arrived soon after they opened for dinner since we went straight there after leaving work, my husband’s logic being that since we were early, we’d get a table to ourselves.  When we arrived, there was a family of five already seated at one of the large tables surrounding the hibachi grill, so we were seated with them.  A boy and a girl, around 4 and 5 years old respectively, sat at the end of the table.  Their father sat next to them with a two-year-old boy in between he and his wife on the other side.  Upon ordering our meals and receiving our soups, the wife commented that the children have experience eating out, attempting to appease us and possibly reassure us that the initial rowdy behavior we were witnessing would not continue.

The two-year-old boy was a total mess, eating handfuls of rice, drooling all over himself, yelling and banging his fork on the table and mirror, and running around uncontrollably.  The four-year-old boy was whiny and loud, fighting with his sister, spilling his drink, and eventually banging his head hard on the table due to his antics.  The girl was the best behaved out of the bunch, and she was whining herself about wanting to get her Kindle Fire back so she could play Angry Birds instead of eat.  All three children were loud, messy, unable to keep their hands to themselves, were throwing things, and acted horribly.  Upon leaving, the father apologized to us for the “circus.”  Also, the family was at the restaurant for the girl’s birthday.

My son has been to Sapporo for a birthday.  MY birthday.  Using his fork and not his hands, he enjoyed his fried rice, his chicken and shrimp, and both loved and feared the chef cooking up the food in front of us.  He chewed with his mouth closed, with some reminding, didn’t shout or run around, and behaved like a proper human being.  The parents we sat with on Wednesday allowed their children to eat like farm animals and behave like monkeys.  They didn’t ruin our evening in the slightest, as I was excited for sushi and delicious scallops, but I don’t agree with their choice of venue for their little girl’s birthday dinner.

The fact that mom said something to us in the beginning and dad said something while departing makes me think that their behavior that evening was common and they fully expected their kids to be loud, disruptive and messy.  Perhaps I’m too picky or perhaps I’m a snob, but I don’t feel that this restaurant was appropriate for a child’s birthday or for this family at all.  It was obvious that the parents enjoy the type of food and probably frequent Sapporo a lot, but if you can’t keep your children in line, you need to make some sacrifices.  Being a parent means you don’t get to do the same things as your childless counterparts.  If having your favorite meal means you are disturbing others in the process due to your shortcomings as a parent, you don’t get your favorite meal until you get a babysitter or until you get your kids in order.  At least, that is how it should be.

It’s quite possible the little girl requested this particular restaurant for her birthday, as she loves seeing the chef prepare her meal right in front of her, she enjoys eating the octopus her mother ordered, and she prefers fruit over cake after her meal.  It’s also possible this little girl would have had a blast at Chuck E Cheese, enjoying pizza, salads and games.  Her behavior, while not acceptable anywhere, would be more at home in a place like Chuck E Cheese, where no one goes for a romantic or quiet meal and where everyone expects to see kids running around like lunatics.  I’m not saying that kids should be denied the experience and the food available in certain restaurants, just that they shouldn’t be there if their parents can’t control them.

Bottom line, parents, you need to learn to discipline your children, teach them proper manners and behavior, and understand that the squealing your kid does when they don’t want to eat their veggies may be cute to you, but it’s torture for the rest of us.  If you cannot accomplish this, stick to fine dining establishments such as McDonald’s, order take-out or delivery, or cook at home.  Being able to do something doesn’t make it right; just because you’re not getting thrown out of establishments doesn’t mean you and your family are making life pleasant for your fellow patrons and the staff.  Respect others, respect yourself, and control the chaos.

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About Jamie C. Baker

“Long time no see. I only pray the caliber of your questions has improved.” - Kevin Smith

Posted on March 29, 2012, in Crazy People, Family, Food and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. hungry hungry hippos

    lmao at the blog title 😛

  2. Wow. That’s what I call a dinner from hell. Incidents similar to yours made me long ago decide not to dine at restaurants where I have to share a table with others.

    I also once experienced an entirely different incident at a Japanese restaurant. While the cocky chef juggled large salt and pepper shakers while reciting lame jokes, one of the shakers got loose and shattered the water glass that my father-in-law held close to his mouth. Fortunately shards of glass didn’t end up in his eyes.

    • That is terrible!! I don’t like certain things they do, mainly throwing shrimp at diners so they can catch it in their mouths, but that is tame compared to shattered glass!!

  3. More restaurants need to ban obnoxious kids.

  4. Remember that restaurant owner that banned children under six? It created so much of a stir, but ultimately most people agreed with him. It is his restaurant, on his property, so he can do whatever he wants. In looking for a link to post here, I read the first comment on the article linked below and this was part of the comment:

    “Parents work hard to make sure that they have good kids and are proud to be able to bring them into public to “show off” how well behaved their children are. The fact that there is someone out there telling those parents like myself that their efforts are not good enough and you are not welcome here because we are grouping all children and all parents in the same catagory…….. Sounds a lot like discrimination to me. The same discrimination as segregating busses, schools, and bathrooms back during the times when discrimination was okay….. Apparently there are a lot of you here that believe that this type of discrimination is okay because kids aren’t old enough to vote.”

    What these absolute IMBECILES never consider, is the rights of OTHERS. I have a right to feed myself, but not the right to take food from you to do it. I have the right to pursue money to support myself, but not the right to mug you and take it from your wallet. I have a right to earn money and spend it enjoying a peaceful dinner at a restaurant, but not the right to bring my noisy out-of-control children there so everybody else’s rights to a peaceful dinner are destroyed. The right of one individual stops at the beginning of another individual’s rights. This moron doesn’t understand that. This moron thinks that kids rights trump everyone else’s rights, and that we all need to surrender whatever we want at the door to allow children to do anything they want. Absurd fool.

    This particular moron goes on and on comparing the banning of children from a restaurant to the level of banning blacks from buses. I mean, how stupid do you have to be to write some really crazy whacked out sh** like that?

    You know what is scarier? This person votes. That is scarier to me than anything Wes Craven could do for me.

    The commenter talks about how hard they work to “show off” their kids in public. Oh, so this is about narcissism and some parents never ending quest to use their kids as social leveraging tools because their own lives failed to reach the potential they had hoped for leaving the parents desperate to have something to Jones about, and so now we are subjected to polite competitive banalities about whose kid is more “advanced” than others. Makes me wanna yack.

    These crackpots are the mold that grows on the scrapings left over on the muck that lines the inside edges of the bottom of the Darwinian barrel.

    If T-Rex with his tiny cerebrum were human, it would write comments like that.

    http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/07/11/restaurant-bans-children_n_894548.html

  5. Now having read the blog..it also made me lmao…but that’s just me..I’ve got nothing to contribute 😀

  6. very good publish, i actually love this website, carry on it

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