Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Logan Circle's New Maki Shop is Picnic Perfect

Headed out on a DC picnic? Need to pick up something delicious on your way home? If so, stock up with reasonably priced, machine-rolled maki at Logan Circle's new Maki Shop. The food is fresh and the flavors so right, you don't even need the four specialty dipping sauces. Mom recommends the soft shell crab and tofu rolls as well as the seaweed salad.


To be honest, there isn't much on the menu that whets my palate. And when it came time to nurse the newbie, the stools were a bit too high and tippy. However, we did manage on-site dining with two strollers and two sleeping babies. Although this did require some maneuvering and an empty restaurant. Another consideration, no changing tables.

However, don't let the rather baby-unfriendly infrastructure deter you from a quick and delicious sushi meal. Just plan your trip with baby accordingly.


Sunday, April 12, 2015

American Ice Company

This place is ideal for a baby on warm days. Outdoors, background noise, spacious picnic benches for baby carriers or nursing, wide aisles for strollers and reasonable price points. I'm not the first baby to discover this place, I know.

We actually went here two days after I came home from the hospital. That was all it took for Mom, Dad and Grandma to get antsy. I traveled the few short blocks to American Ice Company (at 917 V Street, NW, WDC, 20001) in the Moby once I had been fed and changed.

We ordered beers and appetizers as soon as the waitress arrived, unsure how long we would be staying. It was some serious uncharted territory.

After nine months of quizzing waiters on non-alcoholic options, Mom was stoked to savor a crisp IPA. We shared a platter of veggie nachos before it was time for me to eat again.

Now that I'm older, I can do some serious damage to the pulled pork or brisket platter combo.We have the most success going on the earlier side of lunch and happy hour. This ensures space to spread out a bit and go crazy at the bottomless water station at the back of the outdoor patio. I'll definitely return.





Friday, April 3, 2015

Blind Dog Cafe Buttery goodness for your maternity leave

A fabulous excuse to get out of the house, Blind Dog's (at 944 Florida Avenue, NW) multiple steps aren't that stroller-friendly. I recommend ordering inside and then camping out in the front or back patio instead of venturing through the coffee shop. 

I spent many a fall day nursing outside under my nursing shawl while Mama devoured the beet, walnut and goat cheese salad or any of the frittatas. A maternity-leave-must-do, the quite corner location offered a place to put me to sleep in my stroller and soak up some sunshine while Mom read, caught up on emails or just stared into space testing if her short-term memory was still in tact.

Now that I'm older, Mom and Dad go for breakfast cappuccinos, scones and croissants. There is also the breakfast bargain which includes a breakfast sandwich and coffee for $6.50!

To keep me busy and entertained when I was starting solids, they would ask the barista to slice me off a piece of crusty bread ("traditional French baguette") to gnaw on. The bread is just the right size for my baby grip and teething gums, offering parents about 20 minutes to sip their espressos.

The couches and coffee table to the right of the cash register are a more ideal/child-proofed location (more so than the outdoor patios) now that I'm cruising and climbing - as I can't wander too far but I CAN bang on the glass windows behind the bench (another guaranteed 10 minutes of entertainment). By that point, Mom and Dad have had a chance to savor their coffee and talk about something other than me.

Just a friendly heads up - at Blind Dog Cafe, even though they ask you for a tip when you pay, they will never, and I mean never, bring your food to you - even when you are four weeks old, balancing in your mom's arms, and she's driving the stroller with her feet. Just trying to manage expectations.

Take one bite of their chocolate chip cookie, and you'll see why no one should complain too much about this place. Plus the people who work there are friendly, enough.

Key takeaway - as with every outing, strategize to minimize schlepping. Don't bring baby and all of his/her stuff in and out to save your seat, just wait for your food at the counter, gather your utensils, and then voyage to a table of choice. Venturing in and out over all the steps with stroller and baby is a challenge. When possible, we try to make as few trips down and up as possible. Unless of course it is to finish your meal with a chocolate chip cookie. Get up again for that.



The Dos and Donts of Eating out with Baby

These are really more gentle suggestions. If parents had to do and not do everything everyone told them, no one would leave the house. Some ideas of what to do and bring for those of you interested to learn from my many gastronomic failures and few successes: 

1. First and foremost, for brand new babies, try to make sure ALL of our needs are met before leaving the house. Dry diaper, dry clothes, full stomach, you get the point. There is nothing worse than sitting down at a restaurant with a little critter who wants something other than a nice warm nap against the chest of a salivating parent who hopes to eat and drink with two free hands for the first time in possibly days.

2. Moby Wrap or other baby carrier. Most places don't accommodate strollers well, and all you want to do is trip a waitress your first few minutes upon returning to civilization to really start your meal off poorly. A baby carrier allows you to keep me kissing-distance away thus responding quickly to any sound, vibration or other need. Yet, both hands are free to eat, drink or maybe even hold hands with your partner for the first time in months.

3. A gender neutral diaper bag that anyone can carry to put in the rest of the crap that I may or may not need, such as Hooter Hider, changing pad, diapers, wipes, second pacifier, second set of clothes, Sofi the Giraffe, you get the point.

Don't let your meal be spoiled by my wanting that one random thing that you left at home in your numb daze of being a new or seasoned parent. Keep the same stuff in the same bag all the time, and just leave it by the door.

4. Order right away. Even check the menu on your iPhone when en route. This is especially true if the restaurant doesn't have a bread basket or kids packet to welcome you.

5. Never "do nothing" when eating in public. The only thing that seems to frustrate restaurant staff, fellow patrons and fellow partners is the "pretend-it's-not-happening-and-do-nothing approach." You know who you are. I've seen you in the supermarket or at the Estee Lauder counter hemming and hawing over lipsticks while Junior screams and whines in the stroller that you barely rock in a weak effort to silence his cries. The whole cosmetic section is glaring you down, wondering why you aren't hearing what they hear.

Ignoring tantrums does not seem to go over well in restaurants either and usually leads to catastrophic meltdowns and parents never venturing anything more exciting than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at a playground until you go off to college. Don't be THOSE parents. Never "do nothing." Take action. Have in the back of your mind one of the many things that your kid may need and start there.

6. The key is always be ready to take action.Always have a plan A, B, C and, yes even, D. Should you get to it, when you are implementing plan C also ask and pay for the check. Most likely you won't get to it, but should need to execute plan D (a swift, soft-spoken exit), there is nothing to hold you back.

Plan A usually has to do with switching positions - Moby to lap. Highchair to Moby. Dad to Mom. Mom to Grandma.

Plan B usually involves food - boobies, sippy cup, toast fingers, fruit pouches, raisins - just have it ready to fly out and into your baby's mouth before too many people start to stare.

And plan C can be a range of entertainment: pacifier, toy, book, diaper change, walk to the bathroom/outdoors, etc.

Don't get too skilled at A-D of course. They constantly change with child's age.

7. Lastly, if you are nursing, start practicing at restaurants NOW. All of you - mom, baby and partner. It only gets easier, but it takes practice. Lots of practice. Don't feel ashamed if a waiter or two sees a boob or two. You will feel like a champ in the long-run.

Dads and partners, be supportive and ready to lend a hand. Pull out a blanket or bib, hold the pacifier, remind her to put her boob back in her bra. You'll learn.

Getting comfortable nursing in public gives everyone in the family, especially the nursing mom, an incredible amount of freedom to go more places, more times of the day with more all-around flexibility. It's empowering. Plus you won't find baby complaining when you figure out how to whip up a meal in seconds of the first whimper.

I quite liked snuggling up under one of these nursing shawls when out to eat. Although the more common "Hooter Hiders" or a lighter aden + anais blanket are better in DC summers.


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Sunday, March 29, 2015

Sticky string at FoggyBottom's District Commons

When we showed up to District Commons not only did they have our table and high chairs waiting for us, they had a kids-pack-thing chocked full of crayons, coloring paper, a legit children's menu and this odd, sticky string - an instant-hit. 

Foggy Bottom favorite, District Commons brunch is, in my humble opinion, superior to dinner or lunch. The Short Rib Hash and the Shrimp and Grits are hands down two of the best items on the menu ... for parents, that is, although I did like the grits and potatoes that come with the hash. 

We also ordered the Hot Pretzels, Kentucky Colonel Flatbread and Artisanal Ham, Acadiana Biscuits, Vermont Creamery Butter and Pickled Cherries as starters - all of which went like hotcakes among our party of eight. 

Silly string and all, the multiple courses did try my patience. I recommend ordering everything at one time and having food come out when it is ready. 

At $6 an item, I ordered off the kids' menu and had a cheesy omelette that worked out quite well. 

Random side note, the changing table is in the handicap bathroom stall in the ladies' - and hopefully the men's too. 

Happy parents combined with a forgiving waitstaff and a well-fed baby made for a successful family-friendly brunch out with friends. A must try when eating out with or without baby! 


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Sunday, February 15, 2015

Poop? No problem with Busboys and Poets changing tables.

There is a certain level of comfort knowing you can go out and should you need to poop, the dining experience is still in tact.

If you don't believe me, try otherwise.

Needless, I like 14th Street's Busboys and Poets for many reasons. Most mention-able, the changing tables. I can also throw back three of their scrambled eggs and toast on a Sunday morning. Or for $3 extra dollars my parents can order a side sweet potato pancake. Meal enough for a two year old! Their high chairs are sturdy, and the loud background noise muffles pretty much any noise I make, so parents can worry less about disturbing others. Strollers can be rolled or folded up next to the tables. Plus I've been nursed more times than I can count to nobody's chagrin.

My parents really enjoy their basic American fare. Favorites include their Reuben sandwich, vegan tuna, french toast and Oaxaca omelettes - not to mention full espresso bar. The price points are affordable. And fellow patrons are mostly hipsters with suspenders and skinny jeans who remind parents of what life used to be, and most (with the exception of a one or two) waitstaff are still smiling even after they look down at what I leave below my high chair.

Easy to manage with baby, toddler or both and consistently good food make it a logical go-to for family-friendly dining.

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Saturday, April 5, 2014

Satellite Room: Where I discovered that tater tots are out of this world

I have a feeling that when the 9:30 Club's after-party bar, the Satellite Room, launched 11 am brunch, it was not expecting one of its first customers to come through the door riding a tricycle.

I, on the other side, was not expecting my Saturday morning tricycle ride to lead me to a dimly lit bar. But the vintage arcade games, 1960s paintings, and chill vibe reminded my parents of old stomping grounds in San Diego and Santa Barbara. So we stayed.

Needless, we - the bar and I - came to a mutual agreement to work with each other.

I parked my tricycle up front by the pinball machine, headed for a booth and ordered off the adult menu - grilled cheese with tater tots - only $7. That was the price for adults too.

While we waited for food, I went back and forth between banging buttons of the arcade games to dancing around the outdoor patio. Watching my dad play pinball, while he sampled their Vienna Lager, was definitely a highlight. Given the light crowd, my roaming went unnoticed - always a relief to my parents.

Then the food arrived. Having never had tater tots before, I was pretty stoked to discover what my parents had been keeping secret. My fascination with the fried balls a very little nutritiousness lasted just long enough for my mom to finish off a plate of fish tacos (which were just like the ones she'd had at similar bars in San Diego.) Dad enjoyed the other half of the grilled cheese and his beer.

At two feet, six inches, I could sit with my head just above the table and eat off a smaller plate the waiter brought. Mom made it through two and a half fish tacos (out of 3) before I decided that crawling over her and putting my feet up on the table was more fun. At which point Dad whisked me away to check out the tour bus pulled up out front.

I didn't make it to the bathroom to check out the changing-table-scene, yet given the look of shock on the hostess' face when we asked for a high chair, I have a pretty good idea what it was like.

Anyway, for a bar that had no plans (or probably interest) in attending to tricycle-riding clientele, I thought they did a rather swell job - unknowingly stocking the place with bright and flashy video games, tater tots and a staff who seemed to welcome whatever and whoever walked through the door. Hopefully my next tricycle ride brings be back.