|Hopefully we won't get in trouble for taking this picture...|
Lynn and I spent the weekend in and around Boston as our daughter and son in law were moving into a new apartment near Boston. We were lucky enough to have our grandchildren for 48 fun and eventful hours. Lynn is always interested in checking out new places to eat and drink (obviously) and one of the places that popped up when she googled "family friendly restaurants" or something like that was The Full Moon Cafe in nearby Cambridge. On Sunday, a short window of time popped up and we had the chance to go there for a late breakfast.
The menu was what was of real interest to Lynn as there were many vegetable and even vegan choices (trying to be a good influence on our grand children's culinary habits). Despite this, there were also plenty of traditional breakfast/brunch/lunch choices like huevos rancheros, and a grilled chicken BLT. I had the well prepared and hefty grilled salmon which was nice and kind of interesting to have as a breakfast dish. Lynn had a concoction called "The Norway" which was scrambled eggs and smoked salmon which gave her a much needed shot of protein after a fun, but eventful weekend. My grandson had blueberry pancakes which he seemed to enjoy a great deal and which we were glad to see him eat since the food at FM is so conscientiously prepared.
Now for the bad; When Lynn phoned ahead to see if there would be a wait the male on the other end of the line (possibly the manager/owner we guessed) was quite discouraging and said they were "slammed." We decided to give it a shot and when we got there about 5 minutes later the place was only half full and we were quickly seated. Despite this, it took at least 10 minutes for us to be waited on. The final awkward moment of the meal nearly ruined our experience; I had taken some pictures of Lynn feeding our granddaughter Sloane in the restaurant and about 15 minutes later on my way to the restroom the waitress mentioned some nonsense about the owner being uncomfortable with us taking pictures in the restaurant as there were kids there. She stopped short of saying he didn't want us to take pictures, however. There were no signs indicating that picture taking was not allowed that I saw (and believe me I really looked). This was about midway through our time there and as you might imagine it put a damper on the rest of our meal. Lynn and I are proud of how conscious and sensitive we are of people's privacy and we usually end up simply taking pictures of food, wine glasses and cocktails at the various places we eat and drink. We know the restaurant had kids there but so does every restaurant we eat in all and every time and we have never been scolded like that before. Believe me, we have no interest in taking pictures of anybody else's unattractive obnoxious kids; only our clearly superior perfect grand kids. Plus, if this is a concern why not put up a sign or something; and, finally, why did the owner not check with me about this? Why did he send the waitress over?
We ended up chalking it up to a certain Yankee fussiness and a whiff of over protective parenting run amok. Of course we won't worry about it again as there are many great restaurants in the Boston area who would love us to take pictures in their restaurant...
M & L