Sigh. I just clicked the cancel button for my dinner reservation at Le Bremner Restaurant in Montreal. Feel free to take it – 6pm Friday May 10. It is supposed to be “ahhhhmaaazing”. Here at home, we love Chef Chuck Hughes. We watch his show. We cook from his book. We may even have a celebrity crush on him. And by we, I am referring to my girls. (And myself.)
I’m fortunate in that my girls will pretty much try anything. R is acting a bit more like a typical kid due to the influence of her peers (why, oh, why didn’t I homeschool?!) by having an exaggerated reaction to things she doesn’t like. But R’s version of an exaggerated reaction is probably quite subdued compared to most. And there is very little she doesn’t like in terms of food. In fact, all three girls are growing quite adventurous in their tastes. Add to that, the excitement of being in Chuck’s restaurant, being in Montreal, getting all-fancy…the evening holds the promise of fabulous memory-making!
The reality is, while our recent dinner at Chef Lynn Crawford’s Ruby WatchCo was a huge success in terms of a family dining experience – my girls dressed up, they were excited, they stayed put, they loved the food, they got to meet the chef!! – it was a long night for the littlest one. Baby C, who will continue to be referred to as such until she actually stands up and starts walking which should be any day now, loves food but is really not a fan of being constrained in a highchair with only a spoon to play with. I completely dropped the ball by not packing anything else for her to play with. While this did save Mark from having to play a 90 minute game of “Uh oh I dropped that. Will you please pick it up Daddy?”. It also resulted in her becoming bored. Thankfully, she allowed Mark to distract her with people watching, And with a bedtime of 7pm but a dinner reservation of 6pm we were racing the clock as it was. Except. It’s kinda hard to race a clock in a busy restaurant serving three courses. Three delicious, melt in your mouth, divine courses. Three courses that they happily served up free to my children and as soon as they came off the line. The last course being a scrumptious butterscotch pudding they put a candle in L’s birthday.
I’m fairly certain, a multi-course meal at Le Bremner is going to take more than an hour. Add to that, the fact that we will have been wandering around the old city all day, I doubt very much Baby C will take kindly to being strapped into a high chair after being strapped into a stroller (again – learn to walk!). I don’t want to race through a meal at Le Bremner. I don’t want to watch Mark stalk off with Baby C under his arm, telling me “It’s fine.” When it really isn’t, as he has to abandon his meal and go back to our hotel in Montreal. That would not be such a fabulous memory.
So instead, we will lower our dining standards, not to accommodate their palate or but rather the temperament of our youngest because no one wants to drop serious coin on a meal they have to rush through. Or, one I spill all over myself as not so little Baby C breastfeeds at the table. On the other hand, Mark thinks maybe we'd get to meet the chef once word got around that I was flashing serious boob.
A la prochaine Chef Chuck!