Me: Excuse me, sir, do you have a children's menu?
Rude Man: Yes, but is it for that slew of kids out there?
Me: Excuse me??
Rude Man: Are you with that slew of kids?
Rude Man: (Shaking his head) Can't do it.
Me: Can't do what??
Rude Man: I don't make enough money off kids. Where are their parents?
Me: We ARE their parents.
Rude Man: Unless you have a parent for each one of those kids, I'm not going to serve you.
Me: Are you serious?! We are their legal guardians. WE are their parents.
This kept going until I could feel steam coming out of my ears. There was a line forming behind me and I knew people were staring. Finally I just said, "I can't believe this. You know what...just forget it." And marched out of there. Jay followed me out and asked what was going on. As I was telling him, the owner poked his head out the door and said, "Ok, ok. Come back in." To which Jay quickly said, "Forget it. We wouldn't eat here if you paid US," (or something to that effect).
We were just shocked! Most restaurant employees think the kids are so cute...sometimes they ask them to sing, sometimes they offer free ice cream, but almost everyone is happy to have us (or at least curious enough to put up with us). I have never been refused service before, and it made me feel like dirt. Not to mention, extremely angry.
In conclusion: Don't you worry Rude Man, we will NEVER be bothering you again.