We are very much a grown up restaurant.

Very much.

Our reservation site says so.

No kids menu.

No high chairs.

No booster seats.

No changing tables.

Grown ups.

We don’t go as far as to say don’t bring your kids, but we want everyone to know that if they bring little Jaxzon, or little Karleighe to dinner there are no chicken fingers. No mac and cheese. No grilled cheese.

Actually this past summer we had a father get angry when he was told the chef would NOT put a piece of cheese on a hamburger bun and heat up.

I actually told the server next time tell the guest, it’s considered a cheeseburger, no burger. We can do it but it’s still the same price.

We have no problem with kids.

We get lots and lots and lots of kids.

And if your kid likes food they are going to love our restaurant. We have regulars whose kids eat their own ribeye, their own octopus, their own swordfish.

Tonight around 5:15 I answer the phone.

It’s a woman asking to make a reservation.

I ask the date and the number of people.

March 19, 8 guests. 2 high chairs.

I ask her to clarify.

8 guests plus 2 high chairs or 8 guests including 2 high chairs.

Plus 2 high chairs.

So you have ten people yes?

I take the reservation and explain that I can’t guarantee the high chairs. We have only two and they are first come first serve.

She says okay.

Hangs up.

About 7:30 the phone rings again.

It’s the same woman. She wants to know if she can reserve the high chairs.

I explain again that unfortunately they are offered on a first come first serve basis.

She gets annoyed.

Stammers.

And then finally says she’s going to have to cancel the reservation.

I say okay, cancel the reservation.

She’s waiting for a response but unfortunately it’s the restaurant we have.

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Click.