At my house, we love food. We listen to Good Food on KCRW, we’re up on Jonathan Gold’s restaurant suggestions. We’ve trekked to Napa to dine at Thomas Keller’s French Laundry. The only reality television I can stomach, (pun intended or not?), are food related: We’re addicted to Chopped, Iron Chef America, (which I am watching while I type) and Ludo Bites. Not to mention that my husband can spout off almost all of the notable chefs around town on command. It’s impressive.
While I was pregnant, we prepared for our restaurant days to come screeching to a halt as soon as the baby was born. Ramsey implored me to make a list of restaurant musts. Where were we going to eat while we still had time to dine out? We didn’t cross nearly as many spots off the list before Rhys was born, but I didn’t mind. I was rather distracted by the baby to be concerned with the cheese cart at Bistro LQ.
Oddly enough, it seems as though we eat out almost as often with Rhys as we did before he was here. Granted, we’re dining usually during brunch or lunch hours, but we’ve made it out to the occasional dinner as well. I imagine it’s this easy because Rhys is still so small. First, we’d hold him while we ate, otherwise he’d chill in the stroller. Now that he’s big enough to sit in a high chair, it’s even more fun. Rhys gnaws on a spoon and observes the hustle and bustle of busy servers that quickly pass the table. He’s totally entertained.
And so, I introduce a new series of entitled ‘Dining with Dad’.