When my oldest son was one, I wrote a story for our city magazine about fine dining with children. I dragged Declan to five white tablecloth restaurants and tried to enjoy myself. Just because Declan didn’t eat foie gras, I reasoned, didn’t mean I couldn’t.
I think I wanted to prove to myself more than anything that I could do it, that my life didn’t have to change completely just because I had a baby. And I did do it, even if it wasn’t always relaxing.
Over at Gourmet.com, they have an article that offers similar advice, though they stress that you should not bring your baby to a fine dining restaurant.
“Despite what some people would argue,” author Genevieve Ko insists, “anywhere with crisp white
tablecloths, beautiful glassware, and $20-plus entr