I had to go to the doc yesterday, I have a small boil, STAPH, under my arm pit. Off to the doctors, I am exhausted from doctor visits. However, since I was out, I thought I would treat myself to lunch at a new PF Chung's China Bistro completed near my home. I did not arrive until after 1:00, so it had calmed a little. They seated me at a banquet, against the wall, where they had several two topper tables which could be reconfigured in various ways. I was eating my soup, when a child, which I would estimate was three to four, a little boy, began to pop up from behind a partial wall on my right side. I was in two tables from this partition, and he started screaming at me. I could hear what I thought was his mother and another female speaking on the other side, and they were totally ignoring this. Finally, I turned to the little boy and asked him to stop yelling at me. He disappeared for a moment, and I thought it might all be well. Then, I caught movement out of the right side, and BOOM, HE HAD THROWN A HEAVY DINNER FORK AT ME AND IT HIT ME ON THE RIGHT SIDE, AND GLANCED OFF MY GLASSES. He was laughing. It made me furious. I then, said to his mother over the partition. Madame, your son just hit me with a fork. She became indignant. SAid I was "rude." I said, well, I am not the one with the child screaming over partitions and I happen to value my eyesight. In truth, I should have gotten up and poured the soup over her head. Periodically, the kids head would pop up and I would flinch, thinking I was going to get hit again. Then, as the lunch arrived, so did screaming and wails from the other side. A group of what I presumed to be a mother, two girls, who appeared to be 10 and 12, a man who seemed to be Grandfather, the Grandmother on the end, and a young, college age male sitting against the banquette and on the end, had a young male, maybe five or six, who just went totally out of control. The college age guy and the Grandmother type person never, ever took any note whatsoever of the behavior. The mother spoke, almost timidly, once to tell the child to stop, and the grandfather looked at him and told him to stop once, but NOTHING CHANGED. This boy was charging and flopping on the little girls the way people jump onto the crowd at rock shows in the mosh pits, I think they call it body surfing. He was jumpng on the girls, screaming, pinching and smacking them. Finally, the girls started smacking and pinching back. YOU can imagine the noise. I ate as quickly as I could and just left. So much for a nice lunch. We have grandsons, ages 3 and 6, and we never, ever permit them to act like that. They are required to sit in their seats, leave other tables alone, and be quiet. If they become disruptive, we warn them, and if necessary, they are taken outside until they behave, or they go to the restroom, where we can admonish them without interupting the dining of others. Additionally, they are separated from one another. We never, ever place them alongside one another because mayhem always starts. I am no prig, BUT THIS STUFF IS OUT OF LINE.