A few weeks ago, we went to dinner at a restaurant I've probably eaten at hundreds of times over the last 30 years, although far less lately as they took my favorite salad off the menu a few years back.
Anyway, on our recent visit we had the distinction of being sat at a table, I've never eaten at before…because it was so far in the back. There can be only one reason we got this kitchen-adjacent table of distinction: we have a child.
I've found that my seating selections have been seriously downgraded since adding a little diner to our family. And it's ironic because my father is way more annoying and disruptive while eating out than my child.
Further, restaurants tend to seat all the families with kids in the same section which makes sense…except it doesn't. My child is infinitely more well behaved when no other children are in sight because he doesn't feel the need to turn around and stare or try to impress bigger kids.
And further infuriating is that like moths to flame, at self-seating restaurants, families with kids will often come and sit next to us even though I've purposely carved out a child-free zone for my meal.