Your wife is talking to the people at the next table, and your whining kindergartener is crying too damn loud for a little girl who's eating a $75 steak. And it's all because you are an arrogant buffoon with that cell phone.
So hang up!
You're at Peter Luger. This is Valentine's Day. The entire room has to listen to your blather, and no one gives a shit! We are here for the meat and the experience, not to spend an hour with you.
And PS, the crying kid needs to shut the hell up, too.