Sounds like they probably rolled up with no reservation either. I'm amazed they were able to seat so many people without more than 20 minutes notice. I have a feeling that sports teams are some of the worst motherfuckers to wait on because they all need separate checks and I'm sure these little assholes make an unholy mess, are insanely disruptive and leave absolutely no tip.
Judging by shit I've seen on various sites with server stories, it's also astounding how many people think that children don't count as people when it comes to dining out. They'll make a reservation for four, and then four adults show up with nine kids in tow. Then the staff has to scramble to try to make room for these people who think kids magically don't exist because they aren't 18 yet.
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I asked if the kids were limited to the kids menu, parents said no and sat and drank and didn't help at all. So I let them all order 20oz ribeye steaks and lobster ravioli. Lmao!!!!! That will teach them!!!!
Good! Fuck the parents! They all seem to think their responsibilites are suspended in public and other people will babysit their little dumplings for them. I'm sure the parents all bitched about having to pay for expensive entrees, but if the manager of said establishment didn't completely suck, hopefully they made the breeders pony up and didn't comp everything. Call it a "stupid tax" - they're not going to mind their brats, they can pay the piper. I'm sure that server got absolutely no tips from that group, but watching the parents' faces melt upon seeing the $40-$50 bill for the steak and lobster their kids ate two bites of and decided they didn't like was hopefully worth it.
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Any more than 5 brats in one party/table/reservation should mean an automatic 50% tip at minimum.
I know the gratuity is usually added in automatically for large parties, but a much larger tip should definitely be factored in for groups with brats because they will be a problem 100 percent of the time. Breeders are some of the worst diners, second only to the Sunday morning after-church group. They allow their brats to run wild, make messes, pester other diners, throw food everywhere, scream the entire time, occasionally vomit or soil themselves, and breeders will change dirty diapers directly on the table and then cram the filled diapers into the nearest potted plant or down into the booth seat. Then they'll stiff the server out of a tip because their autistic asshole brat only had six ice cubes in their drink instead of seven and this was somehow the server's fault.