And it also means free play dates! The 9-year-old who’s sick of coloring on the white tablecloth will be able to hang out with whatever kid happens to be seated at the table next to him, and with parental supervision! Who knows about the lifelong friendships that could be created through the boredom of two adolescents.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the restaurant, I can drink a beer and eat dinner while having a conversation at a normal volume about Bachelor in Paradise. You know, adult stuff. And I won't have to worry about getting angry stares from parents when their kid asks for an explanation of what it means that Ashley I. still hasn't done the sex. Because again, adult stuff covered in an adult restaurant.
The wins are twofold: I don’t have to give a tired dad a dirty look for not putting a leash on his precious Tristan, and a mother of two doesn’t have to amuse her kid -- the kid’s doing fine hanging out with another brat at a nearby table.
American restaurant owners: please start separating the kids from the people who want to have a normal night out. Everyone will thank you.