I arrived early for dinner at Canteen. The restaurant uses the old diner space of the Commodore Hotel and the hostess directed me towards the Commodore's lobby to wait.
There were a half dozen kids there, being loud but not destructive. After a while, more kids came in and started rough-housing. I wondered where the parents were and why they hadn't taught their kids how to behave.
Towards the end of the meal, I headed to the restroom out in the lobby. Now there were some twenty kids watching two of them kick-boxing. One of the kids had his shirt off. Okay, no parents were going to be around.
I asked the girl behind the reception desk if the hotel was now a youth hostel. She clicked her tongue stud and said, "Oh, no, Mister. We're a dorm for the Art Academy."
On my way back to the restaurant, I started wondering how long ago I should have switched to wife beaters and suspenders.
Go in Peace