Ala Goldilocks

    We walked into the new local restaurant.  The restaurant and the bar area were pretty much filled, at about 6 o'clock on a Friday evening.  The hostess promptly approached and escorted us to a seating section that was unoccupied, several tables located across from the bar area and near the dining room.  "Will this be all right?" she asked.  Now I don't like to be uncooperative, especially on a first visit to a new restaurant on a busy night, but I took one look and had to say no.  The tables were of the highboy type, and, considering our situation, the tall stools appeared to loom up like one of those climbing walls.  If we had made the climb, there wouldn't have been much of a ledge to grasp onto, either, as the table was about the size of a standard checkerboard.  The hostess asked us to wait while she went to check with somebody, and after a short while came back and seated us in a booth in the main dining area.  There was only one step up to get to that table, and the booth was large enough for at least six people.  As we left, I noticed that the series of  high-altitude seats  was unoccupied, as they were when we'd entered.  I assume no one else wanted to eat dinner in the nosebleed section either.