If he knew the girls wouldn’t like it, why take them there in the first place? They look old enough to handle an evening at home by themselves. Leave the kids with a pizza and take the wife out for a nice evening for two.
I don’t understand parents who do this. It’s one thing to take your kids to a nice restaurant once in a while. It’s another thing entirely to take them to a /snooty/ restaurant.
You /know/ that children do not have mature palates. You /know/ that a restaurant with a top chef looking to create innovative dishes and a unique cuisine will not have the flavors that appeal to a teenager. You /know/ that saying “doesn’t that sound great” about anything containing “wilted lettuce” will not go over well with anyone under the age of 30.
And if you /don’t/ know all that, where have you been the last 14 years?
I beg to differ. At 8 my parents would take me to a VERY nice German restaurant every so often. It was where I learned to help my mother with her chair, how to lay the napkin on the lap properly, etc., and by 11 yrs. old, I was allowed to order for the table so as to get used to it. Never felt uneasy in any restaurant and I thank Mom and Dad for their teachings.
You either train young animals or they train you. That’s why we have dogs and cats misbehave…and children.It’s EASY to HAVE them. Parenting is a little more than that…it’s the responsibility parents have to the rest of society…keep your little twitches on a leash until they’re society-trained…
Back in the day, trying to keep body and car payments together, I worked as a waiter at the Officers Club. A young Lt & GF ordered a pizza which was later shoved across the steam table at me, which missed and fell face down on the floor. I said something to the effect of ’let’s make another one’ and was told to serve it anyway. Which I did, with the explanation to the young Lt, that "this pizza has visited face-to-face a distant relative, (a floor tile) and has just been returned to visit you and your friend.’He picked up on my message and sent it back, steaming the cook mightily. The cook, being a redneck NCO, told me he’d remember me for that, I retorted I’d remember him far longer, instructed him in those famous four words how to reproduce himself and quit. It’s been 54 years now… no regrets as of this date…. And I DO believe he’s dead, according to records….
I donno! When I was a kid, and the folks took me out for dinner, whether for the blue plate special or for something expensive, I was expected to behave and enjoy the experience. Especially, “expected to enjoy!” Or I would catch the working end of the switch when we go home. I raised mine the same way. And ya know what? Their mother and I never had any problem with them, even was complimented on their behavior on occasion. We expected their good behavior, and got it. (And, “No” to you bleeding hearts, the kids were not abused or beaten [unlike me], but were shown good behavior, and imitated it.)
notinksanymore about 12 years ago
If he knew the girls wouldn’t like it, why take them there in the first place? They look old enough to handle an evening at home by themselves. Leave the kids with a pizza and take the wife out for a nice evening for two.
The Life I Draw Upon about 12 years ago
Save money hire a sitter, and have a romantic evening.
Insanity is continusly repeating the same thing and expecting a different result.
LtPowers about 12 years ago
I don’t understand parents who do this. It’s one thing to take your kids to a nice restaurant once in a while. It’s another thing entirely to take them to a /snooty/ restaurant.
You /know/ that children do not have mature palates. You /know/ that a restaurant with a top chef looking to create innovative dishes and a unique cuisine will not have the flavors that appeal to a teenager. You /know/ that saying “doesn’t that sound great” about anything containing “wilted lettuce” will not go over well with anyone under the age of 30.
And if you /don’t/ know all that, where have you been the last 14 years?
teddyr about 12 years ago
I beg to differ. At 8 my parents would take me to a VERY nice German restaurant every so often. It was where I learned to help my mother with her chair, how to lay the napkin on the lap properly, etc., and by 11 yrs. old, I was allowed to order for the table so as to get used to it. Never felt uneasy in any restaurant and I thank Mom and Dad for their teachings.
tigre1 about 12 years ago
You either train young animals or they train you. That’s why we have dogs and cats misbehave…and children.It’s EASY to HAVE them. Parenting is a little more than that…it’s the responsibility parents have to the rest of society…keep your little twitches on a leash until they’re society-trained…
Not the Smartest Man On the Planet -- Maybe Close Premium Member about 12 years ago
Really, this strip ought to be able to be enlarged. I had to use a magnifying glass to read it. Gocomics, please take note!
unca jim about 12 years ago
Back in the day, trying to keep body and car payments together, I worked as a waiter at the Officers Club. A young Lt & GF ordered a pizza which was later shoved across the steam table at me, which missed and fell face down on the floor. I said something to the effect of ’let’s make another one’ and was told to serve it anyway. Which I did, with the explanation to the young Lt, that "this pizza has visited face-to-face a distant relative, (a floor tile) and has just been returned to visit you and your friend.’He picked up on my message and sent it back, steaming the cook mightily. The cook, being a redneck NCO, told me he’d remember me for that, I retorted I’d remember him far longer, instructed him in those famous four words how to reproduce himself and quit. It’s been 54 years now… no regrets as of this date…. And I DO believe he’s dead, according to records….
barbd1 about 12 years ago
Well, I can’t read this one at all. Why don’t they change the print?
yuggib about 12 years ago
I donno! When I was a kid, and the folks took me out for dinner, whether for the blue plate special or for something expensive, I was expected to behave and enjoy the experience. Especially, “expected to enjoy!” Or I would catch the working end of the switch when we go home. I raised mine the same way. And ya know what? Their mother and I never had any problem with them, even was complimented on their behavior on occasion. We expected their good behavior, and got it. (And, “No” to you bleeding hearts, the kids were not abused or beaten [unlike me], but were shown good behavior, and imitated it.)