Because sometimes mums just want to eat out… without kids. That includes your kids.
‘Dining in’ isn’t an opportunity many mothers enjoy very often.
And so I believe they have every right to do it in as much peace as possible.
Without kids. Any kids.
With three children under five, most of my restaurant experiences involve eating nuggets of chicken from a paper box as we fly down the freeway on a family holiday or spending a whopping forty minutes at the local Italian joint where I spend my evening picking pineapple, ham or even onion off someone’s meal. If I’m lucky, there will be no tantrums. IF.
So it comes as no surprise to me that Flynn’s restaurant in North Queensland has banned the babes. No child under seven is welcome to the restaurant after the owner, a self-proclaimed European, Liam Flynn was forced to defend himself following a poor review left by an angry mother on TripAdvisor.
The reviewers’s two-year-old was crying in their high chair. She wrote “the owner asked us to keep the noise down quite rudely. Within a few minutes he returned and asked us to take ‘the child’ out of the restaurant.”
Let me set the scene for you. Because I’ve been in this mother’s shoes: the restaurant smells good, the table is set, the mother knows she won’t need to wash any of the plates from which she’s about the eat, the joy and relief is palpable. Someone fills the mother’s glass, she opens a menu looks at descriptions like ‘fine ribbons of fresh pasta served with …’ and then the aforementioned two-year-old loses it. But it was all going so well!? The mother panics. The child panics. The waiter panics. From here, it’s a slippery slope to a river of tears and snot-filled tissues. Not just from the child.
And it’s from this moment, most mothers create a self-imposed ban. Never. Again.
I have banned my kids from all-non-family-friendly-areas. Restaurants, shops, cafes, churches, tourist attractions, art galleries. That’s not to say we don’t visit any. But you certainly won’t find us at Aria on a Saturday night. Nor will you find us at any posh galleries checking out an art collector’s private Arthur Boyd collection.
A look at Flynn’s menu on their website says you won’t get out of there without paying $30 for a piece of steak or fish. Their average glass of wine is $11. If you have a side and share a dessert, you won’t leave there without coughing up at least $60 a head.