I was about to post this to Facebook, but I see that 45 minutes ago my husband beat me to it...
Last night we went to Melograno with Chiaroscuro and the artist formerly known as Visual Field. (Actually, they are both active photographers, but VF hasn't posted to his photoblog in nearly four years!) But this post isn't actually about them.
It's about our adventurous food-loving world-loving baby. Although we brought some baby food (chicken and carrots with alphabet pasta) along to the restaurant, and started him off with Cheerios the second we sat him down (because he expects food the minute he's placed in a high chair), he was ultimately much more interested in what was on our plates. We started him off on some tastes of sour dough bread, which he loved, loved, loved. Then our appetizer arrived, so we gave him tiny bites of grilled octopus and potatoes. Then for dinner he shared our baked cod with artichoke sauce and pasta with wild boar tomato sauce. Loved it all.
He spent the second half of the meal turning around his his high chair to watch the open kitchen and to try to catch the eye of various waitstaff and customers - basically anyone who would smile back at him.
By dessert time he was starting to get tired, but not so much that we felt we had to rush home right away. So we stopped by my favorite place for ice cream, Capogiro. He definitely perked up as I tried to eat my ice cream while holding him in the sling. Watching lovely spoonfuls of ice cream pass within inches of his face was too tempting so he spit out his pacifier (onto the floor) and opened his mouth like the little baby bird that he is. And he eagerly ate as much of our ice cream as we were willing to share. He tried and liked all four flavors: Guinness, some Irish flavor I can't remember, Cioccolato with Spice Rum, and Tangerine.
He was quite full and happy by the end of the night and went straight to bed when we got home.