Bizarre restaurant experience

So, I'm visiting my brother in NOLA right now, and there's a new Mexican restaurant that opened up right down the street from his place so we decided we should walk over there for dinner. We walk in, get our table, and sit down. The waiter comes over, really cocky young kid, and takes our drink order. I order the margarita, and the kid cards me. However, I didn't bring my wallet with me since my brother was treating. I'm clearly of legal age, but the kid said "Rules are rules. Too bad, no id, no drink."

So the kid comes back with my water and asks for my order. I was thinking about ordering the tamales, but I wasn't sure of what came on the side, so I asked him what my options were. "You're best option is to read the menu," was his response. Now I'm really pissed, but my brother stepped in and told him that he needed to learn some respect. The kid then gave us a smug fake apology and told us our food we be right out.

Anyway, so my brother and i start visiting about our jobs, but we were talking kind of loud and were using a few choice words. Anyway, this millennial hipster guy with his two little kids and his mousy wife gets up from the table next to us and comes up to tell us that our foul language is offending he and his wife and that he will go to the manager if we continue.

After about thirty minutes, our food does come out, but it's completely cold. I tell the kid waiter that it needs to be reheated, but he disagrees and we get into an argument before he finally takes the food back to the kitchen. Next thing you know, the hipster's wife gets up and goes up to the bar and talks with the bartender while pointing at us. She goes and sits back down, and then the manager comes over and tells us that we have been causing problems the entire night and that we would have to leave before he calls the police on us. Really bizarre experience for my brother and I. Do y'all think we were in the wrong?