From a BH&G article:
THOU SHALT NOT BREAST FEED AT THE TABLE
Yes, I have seen table-side breast feeding at a four-star restaurant. If at all possible, take it to the ladies room. (Note: most upscale restaurants have really nice restrooms!)
I'm over here sputtering.
I've said this before, but apparently some folks still haven't gotten the message, so I'll say it again and put it in really big letters this time:
THERE IS NO MORE APPROPRIATE PLACE IN A RESTAURANT TO FEED MY CHILD THAN, WELL, THE TABLE WHERE EVERYONE ELSE IS EATING.
And a big fuck you to anyone who thinks otherwise. It is, really and truly, that simple. Eight of the other nine 'commandments' are pretty valid. They involve things that impinge upon other diners. Taking your stroller into a restaurant is occasionally necessary, but it can be folded up and put under the table (I know, I've done it) and plenty of restaurants will stow it for you out of the way. Valid point. Making sure your kids don't run around or scream or throw things are all valid issues.
But nursing your kid at the table? Please. Let me make something else very clear here: My tits are none of your fucking business, either. This is also not negotiable. If you are paying such close attention to what's going on at my table that you even notice my baby eating--and frankly, this applies to noticing a baby taking a bottle, too--then the lapse in etiquette is YOURS, NOT MINE.
In short: Mind your own fucking business. It's not that hard.
I'll leave you with this: