On this beautiful Sunday my family and friends with twins as well decided to go to the meat packing district in NYC and have lunch. Now, we were once in the crowd of having a Sunday funday at the hottest party, restaurant, rooftop however times have changed and I personally couldn’t have been happier. However our new Sunday funday was great except for one hiccup… We stopped for lunch at the spice market ( I wasn’t going to mention the name but whatever) were seated in a perfect spot off to the side with wall/bench seating for Moms and girlies, while dads were on the outside. We order out meals,which was great ( which was to be expected because once again we are regulars to the restaurant and neighborhood). After successfully finishing up our meal with 4 toddlers the children begin to get a bit restless and want to move around. Well we had one baby up off of the bench and touching the flit when the hostess comes over and tells us to get the baby because he didn’t want her to bother the customer behind us and she was tugging on his shirt. Which my X-ray mommy radar vision did not see. Those exact same customers that did not know we existed ( nor did we know hey existed until he pointed them out) and had to stand up to get there own menu because none of the waiters had attended to them yet. My husband was so upset he happily paid the bill for our meals and left $0 tip with a note to “thank —on”. I used to be a typical person who never wanted children until I took my first trip to Europe where I witnessed parents enjoying their children, family. I saw how children wee treated like people and created smiles. I witnessed families out at all times of the day and night together in restaurants, working together…pure happiness. Then to come home to this.
Twin dining in the meat packing district NYC