When my family goes out to eat, I’ll happily accept the booster seat, crayons, special placemat and plastic cup for my toddler. But when the kids’ menu arrives, I pretend it doesn’t exist.
See, kids’ menus go against everything I love about restaurant meals: Trying new foods, sharing the experience with my family and pretending for one blissful hour that we’re all above throwing macaroni on the floor. Plus, while some kids’ menus may offer pint-sized versions of a local specialty or catch of the day, most resort to the same old chicken fingers, grilled cheese and hot dogs (which, don’t get me wrong, my kid totally loves).
So what does our son eat? Miniature portions of whatever we’re having—just like at home. And here are seven reasons I’m committed to this plan.