Context: Me and my partner went out for a meal last night. 7-9. The restaurant in question was absolutely heaving as you’d expect on a Friday night. And we got unfortunately positioned directly next to the offending group of maybe 10 adults and 3-4 young kids.

I should say, the kids weren’t the issue here, for the most part they were on a separate table and we didn’t hear them (we’ve got two of our own, we don’t mind a bit of kid noise). The adults though, oh boy.

Now normally I’m not one to complain (guess what - I didn’t complain) but these guys were getting looks from across the entire venue. They’re swearing, they’re doing some sort of (almost comedic) booming laughing thing that wouldn’t have been out of place at a Brian Blessed convention and this went on for the entire 2 hours they were there.

In short: how do you get a party of people to tone it down just a little so that the rest of us can enjoy our evening out, without getting a torrent of abuse or making it incredibly awkward? Is It even possible?

Edit

This…went in a direction I wasn’t expecting. Just trying to drum up a little Saturday morning activity for the community. If I was that bothered I’d have just asked the staff to ask them to tell the group to quieten down.

I’m not sure how or why this got into a debate about the rights and wrongs of GenZ; a generation I’m not even a member of but hey ho.

Y’all have a nice day now.

    • nyctre@lemmy.world
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      11 months ago

      But you already have to talk to the waiter to get you the manager, right? What’s the difference if you tell the staff directly your issue and they relay the message to the manager(or they’ve already been through this and they know how to handle it) or if you speak to the manager privately?

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      11 months ago

      you don’t think people literally expect the bus boy to handle it right? really try to use your fucking brain for a second.