My parents decided to stop going out to eat when my younger brother was born. This lasted for a few years. At least they had the sense to know other people would be annoyed with his antics.
I am old. When I was a child, we were never taken out to eat, except for a drive-in. I think I was 11 or so and my brother was 7 before we were taken to a restaurant. I also remember my parents referring to prime rib as *roast beef* so we wouldn’t ask to order it, too.
Shopping meant we had our hands held by a parent at all times. They picked out our clothing. We were along for sizing, only. Any shenanigans and we were unceremoniously told our next stop was back to the car if we didn’t settle down.
In March, we did our yearly dinner at a top restaurant in our area. We went early to avoid some pending weather. Across from us were 4 adults with an absolutely beautiful 2 or 3-year-old. The kid sat on the floor, playing with an iPad, ran around the set up empty tables, handled the silverware and was, all in all, a brat. Everyone at her table simply smiled at her. Next time, we eat at an adult hour.