Thanks to the SEO spammer who responded to the 4-year-old question about what makes a nice restaurant high chair with the highly unbelievable answer: more polypropylene, horrible design, krazy spelling, and pretending your kids love the colors!
In other words, the KiddiKone. You can look it up yourself.
It did make me wonder, though, just how low the bar is for restaurant high chairs. It's really almost never a question of what do you want, but what will you put up with for an hour, or 20-30 minutes.
Because once you're seated, and getting settled, it seems the decision's already made, and it's not like a ghetto busted high chair is going to make you turn and leave. [Though it may make you decide never to go back.]
I guess I wonder what the bare minimum of acceptability is, which is the point you never want to find yourself at, the moment where you seriously consider buying one of those quilted high chair/grocery cart covers. Let the shuddering begin.