The only thing that bothers me at a restaurant is when it's half empty, we're a table of 2 and you sit us right next to a table of 14 drunks at happy hour having after work drinks. Move me to the other side of the damn restaurant so we can hear our conversation. You can call me sweet cheeks all day I don't care about that.
Oh this happened just last Thursday night is the only reason I bring it up. Was awesome eating with my wife with out being able to have a conversation. Idiots. Normally the wife would tell them to move us but for some reason she wasn't in the mood to complain.
Take charge of the situation and walk to the table you prefer,.. That's what I do.