Having a baby significantly diminishes most parents’ capacity for dining out, at least in the types of establishments they likely used to frequent. When Bentley Danger was born a year ago, Jonas and I were excited to take him to all our favorite haunts. One day when he was about two weeks old, we were strolling about downtown trying to get the hang of not ramming people with the Orbit and we decided to pop in for a quick early evening chat with our favorite bartender and friend Murray at the Zig Zag Café. Imagine our surprise when, in pushing through the door we had so often breezed past in years past, we noticed for the first time the “No Minors” sign and briefly wondered “Does that apply to babies too?”
Murray sadly let us know that babies are indeed considered minors despite the fact that they can’t even hold their heads up, much less try to sneak cocktails when mummy and daddy aren’t looking, so we chatted with him outside for a bit, walked away with our tail between our legs, and have been back exactly twice in the last year. We tried to keep doing the restaurant thing for a short while, but it’s a little disconcerting to the waitstaff when you show up for your 8pm reservation at 8am because you have days and nights mixed up due to the somnambulism that occurs during life with a newborn, so we decided to take a brief pause on the dining out stage.
We’re over a year in now and we don’t exactly have to twist Grandma’s arm to get her to spend the evening with her perfect grandson, so we’re officially back on the dining circuit. In an attempt to fill the gaping, year-wide hole in our must-try cache, we decided to start at the top of the list: Cascina Spinasse est. 2008- Capitol Hill’s answer to the call of Seattle’s Piemonte-philes. Read more
