March08

Good Pizza, Good Company and Drunk Soccer Moms

If you happen to live in the Kansas City area and really like pizza, then one place you must visit (before you leave this steel plate-infested city) is Waldo Pizza. The pizza there is undubitably and magically delicious, and it doesn't hurt that their salad bar rocks, too.

Not being a frequenter of Waldo Pizza, sometimes the idea of going there pops up in your head and you can't satisfy it without heading out to Waldo. Last night was one of those nights. I think that I had been to Waldo Pizza just one other time on a Friday night. It must not have left an impression since I was ill-prepared for what happened last night.

Our dining spot last night was in the bar portion of the restaurant. It's a lot roomier (because it's a bar) and has larger tables for bigger parties to sit at. Since I'm talking about parties, I should also mention that there was a large party going on that consisted of a kids sports team.

To recap the situation: large bar room, adults drinking, kids eating/running around.

Waldo Pizza, to be fair, is a family-friendly place (hell, they even have a magician come in from time to time). But at one point, towards the end of the party, the kids were all given goodie bags. Inside these goodie bags, among other things that they cared not about, was overs-sized inflatable soccer and basketballs. And you'd be kidding yourself if there was one kid who didn't break that out, inflate it and start dribbling around the bar.

Family restaurant, I get. But a Chuckie Cheese Romparoom, it's not.

After five minutes of this dribbling noise going on, we were quite annoyed. Maybe too visually so.

As we were finishing our salads, a waitress came up behind us and asked us if we were enjoying ourselves. Someone mentioned that it was actually a bit rowdy. She replied with something about Waldo Pizza on a Friday night, yeah there will be kids running around.

Something wasn't right about the tone I was hearing, but they were behind me and I didn't want to gawk. We replied with understanding that it was a kid-friendly place, but maybe they shouldn't be running around everywhere and making so much noise. The reply we got was, "then why don't you just leave you fucking bitch."

Surprise to Seth, IT WASN'T A WAITRESS!!!

Far from it, in fact. It was actually one of the mothers of the kids bouncing the balls all over the place. One of the kids who had actually just come and stood right next to his mom while she cussed out our table and threatened to kick our asses.

It was something out of left field and a bit funny after it all calmed down. My only guess is that she's encountered people not liking an overwhelming amount of kid noise before and was a) a little tipsy at the moment, and, b) not going to "take it" any longer.

Again, if you can, make it down to Waldo Pizza. Just make sure you bring a shank and a high tolerance with you.

+ original post date: March 8, 2008 08:18 AM
+ categories: Family/Friends, KC, WTF