New England dining >>> Junior dining review Restaurant Reviews: from a baby's perspective By Emily Rose
It wasn't that good. I remember him muttering that Au Bon Pain is French for "lousy." Judging from the green tinge on his face after eating the food, I believe him. Well, it has been a wonderful first 19 months. Momma and Dadda are great to me, and I just know that they love me very much. I truly love them. Amongst the many showers of affection , one is that they take me to many restaurants. They have no trepidation about this as I demonstrated very early that I had a propensity to behave well. Plus, my vocabulary is quite good for my age, as you can see. When I decide to talk, I'm sure people in restaurants will turn their heads when they hear the big words I know. The first several months I saw my parents eat some wonderful meals, while I was just drinking milk. That's OK -- I was just as happy observing the environs and looking at other people. I particularly remember the Old Mill Restaurant in Westminster., Mass. They have a brunch with great popovers, pot roast, the pro-oxidant combination of bacon and sausage, and many delectable deserts. I was particularly concerned to find duck on the menu. Outside the restaurant, there is a beautiful pond and waterfall with ducks. I hope they import ducks from somewhere else, like Bridgeport or New Haven. I know they have ducks there because my Dadda said when he was in those places, he had to duck. What a happy place the Old Mill is. Such pretty hardwood floors, nice waitresses and scenic surroundings. Dadda has been going to the Old Mill for 32 years. He is 39 years old. Papa and Nanna and Uncle Marc also love the Old Mill. Mamma is a newcomer to this place, as she met Dadda five years ago, but she has an affinity for the Old Mill, too. I think she likes the old wooden structure and the waterfall, and some of the food. I will now take my thumb out of my mouth to give the Old Mill a thumbs up. I am not sure what being a dork means, but that is what Dadda said the waiter was at the Sherborn Inn in Sherborn, Mass. On Dadda and Uncle Marc's birthday, they had to wait an hour and a half for their food. I understand that over long periods of time, your hair eventually turns gray. By the end of the meal, Dadda's hair had changed significantly. They said the meals were very good, and it is a pretty place -- an old colonial type restaurant and inn juxtaposed along some tranquil countryside. I really shined here. Two hours in the restaurant, and I didn't fuss once. It was out of respect to my Dadda and Uncle Marc's birthday. I was very sad the waiter was being a dork and put a damper on their birthday, so I decided to ditch the requisite baby fussing for the night. It's the least I can do for the people I love. I will keep my thumb in my mouth and gag on the Sherborn Inn. Christo's in Brockton, Mass., is really neat. It reminds me of being in the womb --dark, comfortable and friendly (that's my Mamma, very friendly). The owner has lots of gray hair. I wonder if he ever ate at The Sherborn Inn. To get to the dining room, we walked quickly through this very smoky room which contained people with funny smelling breath and abnormal personalities. Unfortunately, I'm only on Cat in the Hat books now, but once I start reading Piaget, Freud and Menninger, perhaps I'll have an explanation on what I saw here. For the time being, I don't have a clue. In the cavernous dining room, I saw lots of happy children eating with their Mommas and Daddas. My Dadda gave me some baked lamb and rice pilaf. Those Greek people sure know how to make good food. I could eat this every night! My Uncle Tom had some pizza, and said it was really good, some of the best he's ever had. Dadda and Momma gave me some chicken tenders. How crass. If I wanted chicken tenders, they should have taken me to Applebees. With all due respect, the next time I would prefer a whole baked lamb and rice pilaf. I threw a nutty at Christo's. Everyone was perplexed, as there was no reason to do this. Then again, I'm approaching two years old. I'm just trying to stay on top of things and be a little ahead of toddlers my age. And Carl Everett, of the Boston Red Sox. Christo's is great. I wish I was Greek. I'd have baked lamb every night! I'm giving Christo's a thumbs up. Was I ever a pain in the butt for a very short time in Cooperstown, N.Y. Dadda is usually very even tempered, but after I whined and whined vehemently, he said that if I didn't behave that I would never eat again. I just stared at him in disbelief. A few minutes later, I thought I would show him my fine identification skills by pointing to a door. He said, "Yeah, that a door. You can find them anywhere." It was obvious that Dadda was tired. Now I know Dadda and Momma absolutely love Cooperstown, and it is a special treat for them. So to make up, I pretended to fall asleep at Nicoletta's restaurant in Cooperstown village. Momma and Dadda fell for it. There they were holding hands, and talking something about "later in the evening," which I think might have had something to do with the fact that I'm going to be a big sister soon. They gazed into each other's eyes, while Dadda dropped some lasagna on the floor. Dadda said the lasagna was delicious, and Momma absolutely loved the caesar salad. Dadda and Momma said this was one of the best Italian restaurants they have been to. I'm glad they had their quiet date, and that I could fool them with fake sleep. According to my field study, they really love each other very much. It's very touching, and I'm so glad to see two people as best friends who are married to each other. And they had a great time at Nicoletta's, so I'm spinning the sippy cup, and it points to a ...THUMBS UP!! The Spruce Pond Creamery, in Franklin, Mass., is very close to home, which means Dadda can make it home without having to stop at a bathroom. That guy just drinks too much water. Dadda says the owner of Spruce Pond looks like David Crosby, who is a rock star and part of the ersatz Crosby, Stills and Nash from the 1960s. The pizzas are incredible -- very thin and crispy and loaded with organic foods of your choice. Dadda had a salad that was so green that he started to moo -- just kidding. They have superb ice cream. Dadda and I split a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup ice cream, which was out of this world, whatever that means (I hear Dadda use that term at many ice cream places). I caused a scene, however, when I grabbed the ice cream cup and slurped it with my mouth. Dadda said, "Emily you are to eat like a person, not a monkey." As soon as he said "monkey," I quickly turned around and pointed at a woman. She was not amused. Dadda was acting upset at me, while trying to hold back his laughter. Me, I just blame it on the Rheuses Peanut Butter Cup ice cream!
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Dadda
likes restaurants. Consequently, he took me to Au Bon Pain seven
days after I was born.