Here's the short and dirty of it.
We had a 6pm reservation for the WoC dining package. Got seated around 6:15 in the back, was one of those tables where one side is booth, other side is chair. On my left side was the party from hell. Had a feeling from the getgo it was not going to be fun as the mother was knocking off a bottle of wine by herself. Husband just seemed way out there. Also two kids. The older one wasn't too horrible, mainly messing with a cell phone. The younger, which i'm pegging to be in the 3-4yo range based on his size was out of control though. Started with just tearing up and throwing bread all over the floor. Then running around the table back and forth. Around this time, Mommy mentioned she was Disney drunk. A little while later, the younger kid (mind you, this kid also was alternating sucking on a binky, which i thought was a little odd for his age) decides he's going to protest something and sit in the middle of the floor where everyone has to walk. A few minutes later, he gets back up on the booth and starts jumping all around. Since it was a shared booth, I felt every single vibration from every jump, and the mother didn't even care. Kept sipping her wine, and every few minutes calling the poor waitress back to ask for something else.
Around this time, we're mostly done with our main course, and the jumping hasn't stopped. Mommy is almost bragging about how she's pounding a bottle of wine despite being on prescription antibiotics and codeine. I finally had enough and go to let the manager know. While I'm downstairs, the kid decides he's going to start pulling his pants down, grabbing his junk and gyrate around. Mother thinks it's hilarious and loudly calls him a perv, and loudly states either the kid or the father (my wife was pretty much in tears at this point and heading down stairs to let me know she wanted to pay and get out despite not eating dessert yet) is a-sexual.
I let Aaron, the manager know what was going on and let him know we just wanted to pay and head out at this point. He has me come upstairs, confirm the party, has a quick chat with the waitress, I'm assuming to confirm what I told him was true, and comped our meal and gave us the woc tickets. Was not expecting that whatsoever as I never even asked for a comp of any sort. I just wanted to get away from the family from hell before I snapped and said something nasty.