We eat out at restaurants a couple of times a month. We love food, and occasionally it seems like it will be a much easier for someone else to make the food. Unlikely. When the girl says "I want a corn dog" she expects that corn dog to be delivered within 2 minutes. Oh, and there are water glasses. Lots of water glasses to spill into the coloring books and then scream as the ice hits your legs. Don't forget about those. Or the salt. Did you know how much fun it is when the salt rains down like confetti?
Ahhhh!
Brendan was a server. He grumbled like all servers do about the cracker crumbs and the screaming. I understand the looks we get when the hostess tries to decide just where she is going to seat us. I am super sensitive to public embarrassment... so why go?
We have to. I firmly believe that they have to grow up being the people you want them to be. Better to get the hard work done now, while they are still cute and charming. No one wants to see a 6 year old freak out about the speed of her macaroni being delivered. I don't want them to grow up not appreciating eating out, art, theater, concerts... whatever. They go with us everywhere. For good or ill.
Have I mentioned that I hate kids menu's. What on earth makes you think that you will have future customers if the only think you offer is the same three items that everyone else has on the menu. If the kids think that "eating out" means they get a hot dog, mac and cheese or a grilled cheese, how are you ever going to transition them into something that has a vegetable?
Anyway. Thinking of this is making me hungry. Off to steal some of the Halloween spoils.
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