Dinner at Eight

This afternoon we rang a local Japanese restaurant to make dinner reservations. We were told "I'm sorry, the earliest we can fit you in is eight.". Ok, not too bad we can do that.
At 7:45 my phone rang. "I'm very sorry, your table won't be ready until 8:30.". So we arrived at 8:20. By the time we were finally seated it was 9pm. By now we were definitely past the "Oh, that's a big late but the children will cope stage.".
They did both manage to stay awake long enough to eat something. Just.