The man’s reply was “this place will remain child free after 5. It is a place for people to come to escape children.” I was taken aback and asked “is that legal?” He then said “It doesn’t matter. We make our own rules here.” [VIA]
Oh Amy Sohn what hell hath you wrought?
We’re not gonna go on one of those angry vitriol filled rants because despite all the pissing and moaning from the Greek chorus of Internet morons commentors it is not really the kids that are the problem but rather the self-entitled parents who think their every whim should be indulged to the fullest (SEE: Mrs. Disgusting Things I Have Eaten’s ruined birthday dinner, July 2009) and god forbid be inconvenienced for a second, even by their bratty children, and who lacked a decent enough amount of foresight to know better than to think that what the world needs is more people just like them because Christ knows we don’t have enough of those already, but to be real we here on the editorial board of the Internet’s most seldom trafficked food website Disgusting Things I Have Eaten wholeheartedly support this policy (Also, to echo the sentiments of one Paris Island drill Sargent to a friend of ours when he was a Marine cadet: “I hate you and I hate you fucking parents for having you even more” which was whispered into said buddy’s ear as he drifted off to sleep).
You know our stepmother’s niece’s daughter was reasonably well behaved that time we all ate at Il Vagabando but seriously common sense (and legal statutes) dictate if your kids can not provide a valid photo ID proving that they are of legal drinking age they probably have no business hanging out in bars regardless of if they are serving food. And that is coming from one who has been thrown out of their fair share of drinking establishments for failure to provide correct identification…among other reasons. The barroom (and on occasion a stall in the women’s bathroom at the South Street Seaport - but that was a long time ago) needs to remain a sacred venue and the province of those who like to swear a lot and sometimes do key bumps and get illicit blowjobs in the latrine.
Is this a world that the towheaded Skylers and Gingerlys of south Brooklyn need be exposed to?
