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Hip Mom Rule
#13: No Kids' Menu Means No Kids ©
Heidi A. Burns
My husband and I rarely go out to
nice restaurants, mostly because after we’ve paid a
babysitter we don’t have much change left for a nice
meal. Still, once or twice a year we find ourselves
in the enviable position of dressing up in our
hippest pre-baby semi-formal clothing heading out
for an expensive meal at a posh restaurant.
After several months of considering
Taco Johns our night out, my husband and I decided
that we had earned a nicer evening out without the
kids. Taking great care to hide the lingering
pre-baby bulge, I dressed in my sleekest black
dress. My husband put on his suit and I took great
pleasure in straightening his tie. We looked good.
The babysitter was right on time. The boys, always
amenable to playing with the babysitter, waved
goodbye and we were on our way to spend our fancy
dime.
We arrived at the restaurant at 7:45
p.m., just in time to enjoy a glass of wine before
we were seated for our 8:00 reservation – at the
table next to the ONLY table in the restaurant with
children – a 3 year-old and an infant. The parents
scolded, the children cried, food flew across their
table and landed near my feet. The wait staff became
irritated, and for many of us, the romantic ambiance
of the restaurant was ruined. When our $125 bill
finally arrived, we were annoyed and disappointed.
Now understand, there is nothing
wrong with parents taking their children out to eat
to teach them good manners. I would never judge a
parent who brought their children to a hip
restaurant for a six o’clock reservation. But if the
restaurant doesn’t have a children’s menu, it is a
strong indication that children are not welcome,
especially for an 8 o’clock dinner.
You love your children and
understandably expect everyone to find them
adorable, but a hip mom knows that there are just
some places where children should not go. If the
restaurant offers a kid’s menu, crayons and
balloons, by all means, go and enjoy your meal and
fear not the wrath of nearby patrons when your child
throws a fit. If, however, the prices exceed the
cost of your regular babysitter and macaroni and
cheese is not on the menu, a hip mom will think
twice before succumbing those dining strangers to
the pleasure of banqueting with her children.
About the Author: Heidi
Burns is a freelance writer, editor, and
adjunct faculty member. She earned an M.A.
from Iowa State University in 2002 and has
since married, lived in three states, had
two children, and adjuncted for four
different colleges. Free time is elusive to
her, but if she ever did find a spare
moment, she would most likely take a long,
uninterrupted nap. For more information and
details, please
contact
Heidi A. Burns.
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