Restaurant meltdown (me, not my toddler)

I have a veryyyy active 2.5 year old, and I am well aware of this. I keep him busy and active all of the time. It has been a long-term goal of mine to successfully eat at a restaurant, just the two of us. I know comparison is the thief of joy, but I get so jealous of other parents that can bring their kid out to eat with no problems. I’ve brought him out to restaurants on a few occasions (usually celebrating a family member’s birthday), and it’s been mostly fine because his cousins, grandparents, etc… are usually there to entertain him. In the past month or so, we’ve been able to go to Starbucks and he will eat some a pouch or egg bites. To be honest, it’s been so amazing. I’ve been so happy just to go out for coffee with him the handful of times we’ve gone. Today, I decided to try to go out for breakfast. I went to a place that I regularly order take out from, so they know me. As soon as we got there, my son was climbing out of the high chair, trying to grab everything on the table, and climbing under the table. I decided this was a fail and got us up to leave, but when we got to the car, he was saying how hungry he was, so I grabbed a book and walked back in. Unfortunately, I was feeling really discouraged and was teary when I walked in. The waitstaff was amazing and was comforting me, telling me it was ok which only made me more embarrassed. I ordered food for my son, I didn’t even order anything for me because I didn’t want to worry about eating it. He ate almost all of his omelette with peppers and mushrooms and the fruit cup. I felt so much better, but then toward the end there was a ceramic pumpkin he wanted to hold (you can see where this is going). I let him hold it with me, but then I had him put it back when we were done, and he dropped it. I immediately started crying and then the owner came over and asked if something was wrong with the food. I felt so frustrated with trying and obviously it was my mistake to give him the pumpkin in the first place. My poor sweet boy said sorry to the waitress and they couldn’t have been better with him or me, but I’ve just been emotional about it since it happened. I left a 50% tip and got out of there asap until the waitress followed me out to the car because I had forgotten the book I brought in. She hugged me and told me to come back again. I sat in the car and cried. So, if you have any stories of restaurant disasters with your toddler, please share them and let me know I’m not alone.