A few times a month we are faced with an interesting dilemma: finding a restaurant fancy enough to appeal to M’s parents, and family friendly enough for the kids. We often end up at Chili’s or Fresh Choice, but sometimes we branch out and try an independent place. Tonight we tried an Italian restaurant that opened up a few weeks ago. The website said “Attire casual.” I figured we were good to go.
There were table cloths, and muted decor, and elderly patrons. It was instantly apparent that we were in the wrong place for dinner with two children under 3, but we’re nothing if not tenacious so we decided to tough it out; there’s not much we won’t tolerate for a good Italian meal. I ran out to get C’s backpack of restaurant entertainment, and then I affixed the baby to my breast so she wouldn’t squawk all evening. And they were good, really, really good. So good that half the diners came over to our table after their meals to comment on how well behaved the children were. And if that isn’t a sign that we were in the wrong place I’m not sure what is.