Media Addiction: painfully pausing the media connection

Last night I had a date. As a poor college student in a relationship with an equally poor college student, the mere concept of a date is excitng. First, we went to Fuji's for dinner. We watched a Japanese chef juggle eggs and build a volcano out of an onion.
While we were enjoying the somewhat cheesy jokes of the chef, I noticed the family to my left. The 4 were already seated when we arrived. A father on the far end, a 13-ish year old girl, then a mother holding 2-ish year old baby, who was, naturally terrified of the loud noises and burning flames.
During the dinner, I carefully watched the family as the mother tended to the crying child and soon moved to the regular tables, away from the hibachi grill, in hopes to calm him. The father stayed on his iPhone almost the entire hour we were there, only pausing to watch the chef do some trick, move his glass so the chef could serve his food or to free his hands to consume his meal.
The daughter was about 100 pages from finishing a well-worn book. She read incessantly throughout the meal. I must admit I, too, was a bookworm in my youth. I read day and night, in bubblebaths, and at the dinner table. I, however, never thought to bring my precious scripts to the table while out on a family dinner. I was taught that talking on the phone or texting during a meal is rude and unacceptable.
I was saddened at the absolute communication between this family.
When I was younger, TV and books were my main sources of media. I took a few hours each day to pause whatever else I was doing to endulge my craving for media. However, now it seems to be the opposite. We saturate our lives in media, only pausing when absolutely necessary to resume life. Phones never stop ringing to vibe-ing to text mesages and phone calls. We spend hours upon hours online. It is almost easier to count the hours we aren't connected than those countless hours we are.