Last night, a group of 20 six-year-old kids came in for a birthday party. The parents of the birthday kid had decorated the tables in birthday plates and balloons, and used additional tables to place the presents and their birthday cake on. The entire group took over half of our dining room (which seats about 50).
As I tossed a pie in the kitchen, I heard shrieking, and I asked one of the front gals what was going on.
“Mayhem,” she replied. “They have noise-makers.”
Noise-makers? What the hell?
I finished the pie and went out into the service area.
You have GOT to be kidding me. Kids, running around, tooting on noise-makers. That’s what they’re called.
As if twenty kids aren’t noisy enough, they were running around blowing into these kazoo-meets-helium contraptions like they were partying at Chuck E. Cheese.
I pounded my head on the counter while screaming GET THEM OUT OF HERE! Wait. No I didn’t. That was my daydream. I wandered back into the kitchen with a dazed look on my face, and announced that we needed to get all of their food out IMMEDIATELY so that they’d stop the incessant squealing.
Turns out, “all of their food” consisted of one pizza.
Cut into squares.
$23.95 for the entire party to be fed.
I watched as two different groups of people came in, saw the chaos, and walked out. I couldn’t blame them. I would have high-tailed it out of there, too.
We need to figure out a “Party Package” so that this doesn’t continue to happen. Smaller groups? Off-hours? I don’t know…. something. And maybe a disclaimer that gives us the right to throw everyone out if they bring noise-makers to our restaurant.