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Sunday, November 07, 2004

Al Forno, East Coast Road

We have to register guns and get licences to drive cars, but we allow the most fuckin' inept people to become parents.

Was having a nice (hah!), quiet, dinner with the missus at our ex-favourite sit-down, Italian restaurant in the East, then realised that it's no longer our favourite restaurant.

I guess the writing was on the wall when we stepped in and they were playing a boy band album over the sound system. But, the most telling piece of evidence? The restaurant has since, our last visit, split the dining area into two parts: one for serious diners and the other, for family dining.

They even had baby chairs for noisy, bratty kids.

(Look, before someone jumps on my back for writing this, one of said bratty princesses barely missed me with a spoon when she threw it in a fit of pique because yuppie-looking parents decided to pay more attention to baby sister than to her.)

My take on this? If you have kids, you should be banned to places where they actually have paper/plastic cups for everyone and you'd only be allowed back into adult restaurants when your kids won't piss the shit out of the other diners in the place because they're being noisy/irritating/murderous. Especially. Especially, if you can't fucking control your own kids.

Until that happens, I'm sorry, but I'm taking Al Forno off my list.

I have never left a restaurant in such a hurry as I had done tonight.

3 Comments:

  • At 3:48 PM, November 08, 2004, Blogger meecrob said…

    that's why most good restaurants have junk shops like MacDonalds in the vicinity. great place to dump your kids while you wine and dine.

     
  • At 8:15 PM, November 08, 2004, Blogger  said…

    well, that's a real same because i really liked their clams with white wine sauce. :-)

     
  • At 9:11 PM, November 08, 2004, Blogger NARDAC said…

    Gosh, I don't know why more parents don't try active sedation. Instead of giving them things to eat, try sneaking sedatives into their food. Of course it's terrible, but Valerian is pretty tasteless. Besides, they're going to be on drugs soon enough.

    It's not fun to dine with little fuckers. But encouraging them with trashy music and a "fun" atmosphere is a sign your restaurant owner is leaking brains all over your pasta.

     

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