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We are just pulling in from vacation in Miami where we happily indulged in yellowtail taquitos, tuna tataki, lobster BLTs, sweet potato fries, bouilliabaisse, morning buns – every morning! Yum! But, this wasn’t how it always went down.
A few years ago, we stopped the kid menu thing. They were so boring – chicken fingers (fingers ?), mac n’ cheese, pizza - and nary a veggie. No matter where we went, it was largely the same. Plus, they were always eating our “adult” food anyway and we were leaving the “kid-friendly” dishes barely touched. How many $12 noodles with butter can one take? So, we stopped. We let them choose their dinner from the regular menu.
The first time we tried it we were on vacation in San Diego at famous seaside steak house. When it was our time to be seated, we waived off the kid menus. The hostess didn’t know what to make of that – weirdos. She probably felt bad for my kids. We sat down and everybody read their big tall leather bound menus. They asked a few good questions. What is au poive? What is “lump” crabmeat? Then it was time to order.
First up – my youngest.
“Are you ready to order?”
“Yes, please. I’d like the clam chowder and the caesar salad with lumpy crab. “
Well played. I was beaming! We are rock star parents!
Next up, SP (Super Picky).
“And, for you?”
“Thank you, I’ll have the Surf… and Turf!” Wah? Screeech! Ummm, ok?
While not a fail, we weren’t taking any victory laps either. I quickly switched to a house salad and had half of hers.
LESSON LEARNED: Discuss the dishes before the waiter arrives.
TIP: Try choosing appetizers or “small plates” as the portions are just the right size.
BONUS: Often, their orders surprise me. I get to see what different kinds of things they are willing to try. Wednesday’s Avgolemono Soup and Thursday’s Salmon Pasta are examples of dishes that my kids ordered.
FULL DISCLOSURE: My kids were 7 and 11 when this all went down.
So, listen, I’m certainly not preaching here. Just sharing some stories from my real family’s trenches. My real family also ate at Pasta Pomodoro at least once a week for four years solid. I didn’t care what penne with butter and cheese cost. I was just so glad that my Chianti came out first, someone else was cleaning up that high chair mess and scrubbing all those dishes. Just keeping it real, Yo.