This Mexican joint in Texas has joined a bunch of restaurants in banning children after 7pm. The little bastards just scream and yell and run around an ruin you chance at enjoying your meal. It is one thing if it is Chuckie Cheese or a pizza parlor but another if it is an upscale expensive restaurant. Who wants to deal with that bullshit?
In Brownstone Brooklyn there is a new problem. All of these hipster assholes that are having kids still want to hang out at the bar. There is a hipster joint on the corner of my block that has set up lawn furniture as a sort of sidewalk café. Invariably they have this stupid fuckin' hipster couples sitting there. They always have an infant in a baby sling strapped to the Dad and a stroller and a fuckin' dog on a leash tied to the chair. I mean not one table like that. But six or seven. All day long. The other day it was raining when I passed by at around five and all of these people were inside the bar. With the babies and the dogs. It was a circus. Imagine trying to get shitfaced with that going on?
Sorry but kids don't belong in bars. You don't have the right to take your kids everywhere. They are your kids. They are your problem. Leave us alone while we are trying to get drunk. If we wanted to deal with kids we would stay home with our own kids. Enough already you hipster scumbags.
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I should chirbitize your words as W.C. Fields.
Wait to you see the next post!
kids don't belong in bars
This makes me think of a funny family story.
Back in the day, people had their kids at young ages, not almost into middle age like the hipsters of today. My dad was 18 yrs old when I was born, my mom 19.
So, I'm about 9 months old...my mom is working nights at Ma Bell and Dad is working days at a printing firm in St Louis. One day my mom gets off work really early and WTF....where is the husband and kid? Downstairs in the bar/pub that was below the apartment. Evidently every day late in the afternoon dad would take me down and play pool and drink a beer or two before mom gets home. She storms in and finds me asleep on one of the pool tables with a blanket and my stuffed toy. Sleeping like the proverbial baby while the balls were clinking and the jukebox blaring...surrounded by beer bottles and being doted on by the waitress.
Needless to say. Ahem. Dad was in the dog house for a while. I think she was more pissed because she wasn't getting out like dad and not so much worried about me. Remember.....these are TEENAGERS, my parents. Those were the days. No one thought all that much about it. It wasn't child abuse. Just what it was.
My husband has similar stories about his childhood at the Grange dances up in logging country. His mom was 16 when he was born.
The hipsters need to stop taking everything so seriously. Lighten up. It really doesn't hurt your kid to sleep on the pool table or in the back of a pickup truck at the Grange.....or at least it didn't used to be such a BFD.
HOWEVER....now that I'm older. Right ON. Kids don't belong in bars or restaurants after 7pm. It would be nice to keep them out of grocery stores too!
I always tell people in the store that there is a place for kids.
The wife just gets mad when I say that place is in a sack at the bottom of a well. Just sayn'
We were having dinner with a business associate the other night and there was this screaming kid at the next table. I had to move because I couldn't take it anymore.
Now I spend a lot of fuckin' money in this joint and I thought that I could at least do business there without a screaming infant bellowing right next to me. WTF?
I had an aunt growing up -- well I still do have her as aunt as far as I know but she's disappeared again to Texas and nobody's seen her in a while -- anyways, when I was kid I remember my dad talking about her but I had never really seen her. They kept Bonnie hidden. She was the "black sheep" of a large family. So anyway this one time I do recall seeing her for the first time. I must have been like 11 or 12 so she must have been mid-30's. She had always been the looker in that family and that may explain some of the trouble she got into in life. That and the fact that she was blonde but dyed red. Anyways, so we went over to her house in the small town where my dad grew up one Sunday--just for a visit. Aunt Bonnie was busy showing off the textured ceiling she'd had done. Her husband (her second one then--there were eventually 4) never showed himself but I could hear men's voices off in another room in the back. Well to make a growing story shorter, we didn't stay long. I found out much later that the cops were watching the house and after we left, they raided it. They were running a speakeasy in the back room with liquor and gambling. The reason they were raided was because the town was a dry town. In retrospect, it seems like an absurd invasion of privacy but I never heard much more about it.
VERY prejudiced, Troop. Not all kids are rude little brats.
Sorry but kids don't belong in bars.
When are the well-mannered children to tie one on, then? In our back alleys? Under the bleachers?
By forcing children out of bars, you push them into the shadows.
Bring our little alcoholics into the light, dammit!
Trooper, Don't ever come to Wisconsin. Kids are raised in bars. Bars in small towns are literally a family gathering place w/ toothless parents and kids running around. A parent or guardian can buy drinks for their kids. I don't know if there is any minimum. I had to serve a 15 year old girl drinks bought by her stepfather. Pina Colada's, probably 4. I think he was going to try and boink her afterward. Disgusting
Dude I don't care about a stepfather boinking his step daughter. It is the three year olds running screaming through a restaurant that I am paying $100 a head for and not being told to sit down and shut up.
The kids in these bars are infants for crying out loud. The hipsters think everyone has to bow down to them. Fuck that noise.
The hipsters think everyone has to bow down to them. Fuck that noise.
Amen. When my daughter was 5 yrs old she and I went out to a mexican restaurant. By now, my kid knew the ground rules on going out to eat....and just on behaving in general.
In the table behind her was a boy, about her age or maybe 6yrs old. It was one of those little cantinas where there were no booths just tables and chairs. This kid was throwing a fit about...whatever, and his parents were trying to appease him. "Here...little Johnny try this"...Waaaah. scream kick. "We don't act this way. Please" (PLEASE!!!! Really you are begging your child to behave!!). My daughter looked at me and said. "What is wrong with that boy?" I replied loud enough for the parents and everyone else in the restaurant to hear. "He is a spoiled brat." Hint hint hint.
They just kept on caving into the little monster and the rest of the patrons were all hunched up miserable. Finally, I looked the kid right in the face and with my mean crabby mommy powers said really REALLY loud. SHUT......UP He was shocked and shut up. I guess no one had ever talked to him that way. The parents suddenly realized that they were done and had to leave.
I got applause from the rest of the people in the restaurant.
/bow
More people should do this.
Awesome, DBQ.
Or, I meant to write - that was you? Damn!
DBQ, Way to go. Kids just need to know the rules. Our kids knew "restaurant voices" and how to behave. They knew if they didn't behave, they wouldn't get to go out. We NEVER had a problem. Now, there are some kids who just don't want to be in the restaurant. But, that's usually the parent's fault. Our kids got some say where we went to eat, and they got to order whatever they wanted. That's how my son got to love scallops. They're usually the highest price item on the menu.
I never had to teach my kids that. They don't act like that at home, why would they do it out?
The youngest is a bit of a problem in that regard. She'll charge into a room and start firing questions oblivious to what's going on.
I'm pretty severe about it.
And she's still the best in her homeschooling group. This is the distinct downside of homeschooling, in social terms: Every child's a god-damned fucking special snowflake.
DBQ, yes. More of this.
We were blessed and had two relatively compliant kids. They were very well behaved in public, saving the battles for the privacy of home...thankfully. We never hesitated to take them anywhere with us, and they never embarrassed us. We freely pointed out bratty behavior to them and discussed it, be it strangers or their friends.
You can only say "Kids these days" because of the parents these days. Too many want to be BFF with their kids. The relationship is parent-child, not peer-peer.
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