So last night, I went with friends to Pit Stop on Columbia St. I'd walked by this little place, and thought it would be nice to try. It was kind of freezing and smelled like turpentine, but we decided to stay. There weren't that many people there, but there was a party of five or six who came in and sat behind us, which included two small children.
Our appetizers came, and they were good. We also got a nice bottle of wine. Right after the entrees were served, one of the little kids, who was sitting right behind me started throwing up. In his chair and onto the table. It was quite a bit of vomit, I must say.
The mother, who seemed to speak only French, ran up to the waiter and said "Sick, sick." The waiter, confused, didn't know what she was asking him to do. He ended up handing her a plastic bag and an ice bucket. Which the kid then threw up into a whole bunch. I'd like to add at this point that the bathroom was no more than 15 feet away. But they sat there for a good ten minutes, right behind me if I may remind you, while the kid continued to be ill. Needless to say, I put down my fork.
Finally, the mother ushered the child into the bathroom and a clean-up began. It was extensive, and involved bleach and moving the table. This whole time no one said anything to us, neither the parents nor the staff. But I felt bad for the staff, so I didn't really fault them at the time.
Eventually, the whole thing was cleaned up and the mother and son came out of the bathroom and sat back down at the table. My appetite returned slightly, though I ate in fear that it would all begin again. It didn't, and when we left, they were all still sitting there.
If I were those parents, I would have bought us a bottle of wine. If I were the restaurant, I would have bought us a bottle of wine. Neither happened. Should it have? And is it unbelievable that no one spoke of this incident to us? Or am I crazy and this was all perfectly fine?