tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484470269517874856.post5390743129842157609..comments2023-10-30T09:30:30.546-05:00Comments on the reluctant grownup: blue duck tavernReluctant Grownuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16307811574223269437noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484470269517874856.post-60341977925408044202008-01-23T17:09:00.000-05:002008-01-23T17:09:00.000-05:00I've seen that before. What you mention about slow...I've seen that before. What you mention about slowing down with your meals, especially for people with children. Another recent father I know has inhaled whole meals in under ten minutes in order to get back to minding the child so his wife can do the same in turn.<BR/><BR/>Gnashing a grilled cheese while standing at the kitchen sink and trying to wipe whatever that blue stuff is from Jack's fingers will happen more often than a good sit-down dinner. Just remember to mentally separate the two so you enjoy the one as much as the other.<BR/><BR/>We set out to have two-hour dinners from the time we sit until we pay the bill. That can also include bar time if dessert is going to be of the single-malt variety with a side of tobacco. We've even had to let our waiter in on the deal so he doesn't feel the need to hover around every 10 minutes. Not good for places that turn tables too fast.<BR/><BR/>The only time that plan kicked us in the ass was our dinner at Zola when the woman across from us was throwing a fit about her 8 year old's birthday. We, and the wait staff, were looking for a janitor's closet to stuff her in. Being above the Spy Museum, perhaps tying her up in the trunk of the Trabant for a trip across Checkpoint Charlie would have suited the moment. Still worth a funny story, and the meal was good.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com