Kids and restaurants. Does it work? Ever?
Can fine dining + crayons = a relaxed calm family night out?
Wherever you stand on that issue, if you do there are some things that will definitely, definitely happen.
Hopefully, it will not be as bad as it was for the family who faced a defilement charge from a Darwin restaurant against messy kids who left their prawn heads under the table.
I am about to embark on a family holiday overseas. It is going to involve several long-haul plane flights, jet lag and many, many restaurants. I am stuck right now in a form of suspended disbelief. Fooling myself into thinking it is going to be three weeks of sightseeing, new tastes and experiences.
I’m having a laugh, right?
But people try. People dine out with their kids all the time in good restaurants. I hear them, I see them. I trust them.
Kids should learn to sit still. Youngsters have to taste all sorts of flavours. My child has a sophisticated palate. We dine at Rockpool all the time with Amery and Chauncey.
The truth is it’s a guaranteed f**ing disaster and here’s why.
Stage 1: Optimism:
You can do this. Armed and ready. Bags packed.
Sorry to say but the days of a just a sparkly clutch, a lippy and a credit card are long gone. It’s a travel bag filled with clothing changes, extra nappies, wipes, lotions and towels on one arm while on the other is a bag of “distractions.”