When I decided to treat myself and my son to a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant, the last thing I expected was to be penalized just for being a mom. Naturally, I couldn’t let it slide, so I came up with a creative way to fight back.
I’m not usually one to complain, but the experience I had yesterday was downright insulting. As a single mom, I work incredibly hard. So when I decided to take my 5-year-old son, Tommy, out for a special meal, I thought we both deserved it. What I didn’t anticipate was that the restaurant had an unwritten rule: they fine moms for simply being moms.
When we arrived, I immediately got that look from the hostess—the “oh great, a mom with a kid” look. I ignored it and politely asked for a table for two. The hostess agreed, but her tone hinted at a challenge.
Once seated, Tommy was wide-eyed, taking in the lavish chandeliers and atmosphere like it was some magical kingdom. I ordered chicken nuggets and fries for him, hoping it would keep things simple. He was entertained by the kid’s menu and the restaurant’s dull crayons that barely worked. Before long, he was getting restless, tossing a crayon across the table with a mischievous grin. I calmly reeled him in, though his energy made it hard to stay mad.
As Tommy began to circle the table with excitement, his little shoes tapping on the floor, I could feel the staff’s eyes on us. It wasn’t long before his feet slid out from under him on the slippery floor, sending him sprawling. He was okay, but I was furious. The restaurant wasn’t safe for kids, yet I knew we’d be blamed if anything went wrong.
After settling him down and finishing our meal, I paid the bill, too tired to focus on anything but getting home. Later that evening, as I reviewed the receipt, my jaw dropped when I noticed an absurd charge: “Parenting Fee.” They had actually fined me for daring to bring my child into their establishment. My blood boiled.
The next morning, I had an idea. If they were going to fine me for being a parent, I would give them something to think about. I created a fake promotional sign that looked just like their official posters: “This Café Welcomes All Kids! Families with 3 Kids or More – Get 20% Off Your Bill!” It was adorable and seemed totally legit.
I returned to the restaurant, casually sticking the sign up next to their real promotions. Then, I sat across the street with Tommy and watched the chaos unfold. Families began flooding in, excited about the “family discount.” The staff, however, was utterly unprepared. The manager scrambled to explain that there was no such discount, but parents weren’t having it.
A crowd of confused and angry families began demanding the promotion, causing a scene. The restaurant was filled with kids running around, creating the very chaos they had wanted to avoid by charging that absurd “Parenting Fee.” Waitstaff were overwhelmed, fries were flying, and crayons were scattered everywhere.
The manager eventually realized what had happened and ripped down my sign, but it was too late. The damage was done. Word had spread, and families kept coming in for weeks, asking about the fake promotion. The restaurant’s reputation plummeted, with negative reviews popping up online about their poor treatment of families.
Weeks later, I walked by the restaurant again, and it was nearly empty. The once-proud establishment had been reduced to offering “Kids Eat Free” deals in a desperate attempt to win back business.
Tommy asked if we’d ever eat there again. I smiled and shook my head, knowing that some places just aren’t ready for the fun that comes with being a parent.