UPDATE: I RETRACT ANYTHING POSITIVE I SAID ABOUT PROVINI

Last year around this time, Provini was getting a heavy dosage of haterade from Yelp because they reportedly told a baby-toting customer that Provini was "not a kid-friendly restaurant."

Since I hate having a screaming child ruin my meal because their oblivious parents couldn't be bothered to fucking, you know, PARENT their kids, I wrote a praise-filled post on here titled, "Provini Hates Kids?  I Love Provini." 

For those of you who read the blog regularly, you know that the content up in here is about 90% negative and 10% positive, so it was a big deal when I went out on a limb to give kudos to a restaurant that would show such blatant disregard for the neighborhood's baby-friendly, high chair-supplying status quo.  "Fuck yeah," I said.  "I can go to Provini and not have to deal with 10 million crying babies!  Hooray!" 

Well, mark your fucking calendars, because today is the day that I do something I haven't done in a very long time.  That's right.  Here is where I admit I was wrong. 

Here's the situation.  It was Thursday night, and I went to dinner at Provini with three other people.  There was a table of three (with a three-year-old girl) and a table of with two women and a baby parked in a stroller.  The three-year-old at Table 1 couldn't have been more well-behaved.  I didn't even know that she was there.  This kid is a shining example that you can actually take your kids out and not have them ruin every fucking thing. 

Table 2 with baby in a stroller was a completely different story.  In two-minute intervals, the kid would scream.  LOUDLY.  The two women with the child casually sipped their wine and didn't really pay the kid any attention, even though he was shreiking constantly.  

Here's where I get mad: it becomes obvious that the restaurant manager knows these people with the screaming kid.  The wait staff is fawning over the kid and the manager even sits down at the table with the women to have a little chit chat.  At this point, we decide only to order drinks and appetizers to see where this went.  If the kid kept screaming, we weren't going to order dinner.  Our waitress tries to pressure us into ordering entrees with the appetizers. 

Finally, after about 30 minutes of regular screaming, the manager gets up and takes the kid out of the restaurant, presumably because we were shooting them death stares, and also to trick us into ordering entrees.  But we knew the kid was coming back, so we decided to GTFO of there and go somewhere else.

So what's the deal, Provini?  You don't want obnoxious kids in your restaurant unless the bambino is one of your own? 

How do you say "what the fuck" in Italian?