There is a middle-of-the-road, low-key brewpub just a block from our current apartment. It's the place that the Mister and I go when we want a basic burger (with cajun-seasoned tater tots!) and a decent microwbrew. The music is rarely too loud, the service is usually a bit slow, and there are always good people-watching and dog-watching opportunities from the big windows. We've taken Squeaker there several times for lunch or early dinner, and he always has a lovely time.
Last night, exhausted after several hours of verbal wrangling, and in need of the comfort of the familiar, we headed up the street for a late dinner, Squeaker sleeping in the big sling on the Mister's chest. We had just settled ouselves into a big comfy booth, when the server came over and told us that minors weren't welcome, and we'd have to leave.
Huh? What? We've brought him here before. This is the restaurant portion of the place, not the bar. We know we get kicked out of bars with him, but ... WTF?
"Oh," she replied, "after 8pm, this becomes a bar." Which clearly explains why all those people were eating burgers with their beer. It's not like there were dancing girls shaking their spangles in our faces or live music that started at 8pm. Nope, the only thing that changed in that place between 7:59 and 8pm was that Squeaker was suddenly persona non grata. The nerve of them!
Despondent, we came back to the apartment and ate spaghetti with vegetarian meatballs.
Discrimination against babies is alive and well in the PNW. You heard it here first.
That's ridiculous!
Posted by: Aegina | April 04, 2009 at 01:00 AM
That's stupid. And she should have at least offered you take-out.
Posted by: Queenie | April 04, 2009 at 09:52 AM
Yeah, those teeny tiny little minors! Always trying to use those fake IDs to get themselves a local porter!
Interestingly, infants are welcome at our local brewpub. Does that mean that the Midwest is actually more liberal than the PNW? Who'd've thunk that?
Posted by: Shinejil | April 06, 2009 at 10:51 AM