Dinner with Crayons is my semi regular weekend series of child friendly restaurant reviews. Today’s Dinner with Crayons is a post from Danny’s highly entertaining blog, Food Urchin, which recently made me laugh out loud. It’s all about a nice civilised dinner out with his two year old twins. Danny has kindly given permission for this to be reproduced here.
Feeding time at the zoo. Sometimes there’s no other way to describe it. Within seconds of placing the plate on the table, it can end up on the floor raising a chorus of laughter followed by a shriek of exasperation. On some occasions, the carrot in the spaghetti bolognese is missed and gulped down in the blink of an eye. However, more often than not, it is spotted and becomes an interesting decorative feature that slowly slides down the kitchen wall. Inevitably, bowls become interesting hats but never ever after the contents are actually finished. Which in turn prompts howls of protest in the bath later that evening as dried rice pudding is brushed out of matted, greasy hair. Yes, welcome to the world of feeding wee bairns.
Still we’ve come a long way from those heady days of mucky little mouths and foreheads, stubby toes dangling down from high chairs and the slumped exhaustion that comes from scrubbing the kitchen floor for the twelfth time that week. The twins have turned into quite a nifty pair of diners, quite happy to sit in grown up chairs and eat whatever is put in front of them at the table. OK, I am painting a rose tinted picture here. It can still be quite messy as clumsy hands try to co-ordinate spoon and fork Isla is a total carnivore, Finlay is the sensitive veggie and it can be a struggle to get them to wolf down the vice versa. Plus they’ve picked up this annoying habit of shouting “we want dinner, we want dinner”, thumping their fists down on wood in unison. God knows where they’ve got that from……………….
But by and large, meals around the table are fun and enjoyable and pretty much encapsulate the family scene that I’ve always dreamt of. I believe that eating at the table is important and as we all get older, I hope that table will become the same social focal point that I grew up with. Eating out however, away from the safe, secure, wipe down-able confines of home is a little bit different and perhaps a slight return to hair pulling days of old (er Mrs FU hair pulling that is). We found this out late last year when we visited The DuCane in Great Braxted for lunch.
The drive out into the picturesque countryside to The DuCane, which received a barrel load of awards at the 2010 Essex Food and Drink Awards including Best Newcomer Restaurant, was surprisingly quick from the badlands of Hornchurch. Luckily the twins are still of an age where the soporific motion of the car sends them to sleep. No “are we nearly there yet? are we nearly there yet?” Which probably helped. Although the excitement quickly escalated once we woke them from their slumber and skipped across the car park hand in hand. Looking from the outside, though smart, I’d hazard a guess that The DuCane has spent the best part of its life as a regular pub before becoming a full time restaurant. So as we entered through the door, I must admit the sparse, clean decor inside threw my scent off a bit. In a kind of ‘oh balls, this looks a bit posher than I expected’ kind of way. However, as soon as we stepped towards the bar area, we were approached by a staff member who was very warm and welcoming and totally ignored the fact that my daughter had her index finger fully wedged up her nose. Which put me back at ease.
We were sat down in a pleasant window boxed area and immediately we deployed the weapons of mass distraction; colouring crayons, sparkly stickers and paper, before perusing the menu. Having peeked at their website the night before to do some homework, The DuCane was true to its word, locally sourced produce was high on the agenda. Their list of suppliers is comprehensive to say the least. At the time, the restaurant was running a lunch special of two courses for £13.00 or three for £15.50 and it was pretty hard to decide. In the end I plumped for a Salad of Sautéed Black Pudding, Chorizo and Pigeon Breast with Raspberry Sauce and Roast Braxted Pheasant Breast with Savoy Cabbage and Game Gravy with English Bilberries and Crab Apple Jelly. Mrs FU decided to go snap on the starter but opted for the Linguine of Sea and Shellfish Braised in White Wine, Saffron and Herbs. The children’s menu was equally impressive. Sure the old stalwarts were there, chicken goujons, burgers and chips etc etc but there was a reassuring byline that everything was fresh, made daily by hand. The offer of ‘simply grilled fish with salad and new potatoes’ appealed to our cosseting parental sensibilities so we went with that for the twins. Oh and we ordered some bread.
We shouldn’t have ordered bread.
Don’t get me wrong, when it promptly arrived, the bread tasted fantastic, the tiny bit I tried. And the portion was plentiful too. Maybe too plentiful and tasty because the twins attacked it and after a gremlin-esque five minutes, it was gone. Naturally, with bellies distended with dough (and not to mention freshly pressed cloudy apple juice) their hunger factor had somewhat diminished. And from then on it became increasingly difficult to keep them amused at the table. When our very pretty looking starters arrived, I managed to keep meat eater Isla sat still for a short while by feeding her a few morsels of chorizo and pigeon but the allure of the toilet became too fascinating. It took five visits to realise that she was more interested in dancing under the hand dryer, having her hair whipped up like some pre-school Hannah Montana than actually going for a wee-wee. Fin on the other hand was convinced that the Gruffalo was in the garden and kept peering out through the window, shouting at said imaginary creature and clutching a round candle holder from our table like a hand grenade. Although he did also try some of the starter and wound up fashioning a neat little red moustache from the raspberry dressing on his upper lip. And then for some reason via some kind of mental telepathy that only twins possess, the two decided they should have an ugly face competition complete with fits and giggles.
So it pains me to say that when our main courses came along, everything was scoffed at high speed as Mrs FU and I plunged into the free fall of stressed parents worrying that their kids behaviour was going to affect the other customers. Yes some of us do care you know. The food was certainly delicious, my pheasant was beautifully moist but I’m afraid that the plates were cleared without much consideration. The fact they were cleared is a good sign but I do know that Mrs FU suffered from indigestion afterwards. I ended up polishing off the kid’s fish with no side effects at all (it was lovely). But what, surely what could possibly get us so uptight that we felt had to rush things so? I mean Christ, they’re only kids after all.
All eyes to Fin for this one, a dead ringer for Daniel Roche. Towards the end of our very brief stay, he decided to stand up on his seat and produce a perfectly melodious one-note piece of french horn from his bottom. I don’t know if he did it because he was feeling uncomfortable or if it was purely for entertainment reasons but I do know that the elderly couple on the adjacent table heard it. And they weren’t amused. I looked Fin sternly in the eye and said “Finlay! What do you say?”
“I farted”, he replied.
As if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Seeing as he was being so honest, the only response I could muster was to stoically and sagely nod, left eye twitching. Firstly at Fin. Then to the grim faced couple. And then to the table. Trying not to burst out laughing. Thankfully, our waitress came along shortly after with the very reasonable bill and we all dashed out. I am sure we shall return in the near future as the plaudits heaped on The DuCane are certainly justified. But perhaps it will be just the two of us.
And have no fear, of course we shall continue to take our beloved pair to eat out more often. It’s educational and fun for them and also for us, though I suspect it’ll be a long while before we can expect anything remotely civilised. Like I said before, God knows where they get it from.
Previously published at Food Urchin as Outnumbered at the DuCane, 11 January 2011
Domestic goddesque says
I’m delighted that I’m not the only one who tries to eat at nice places yet finds myself gulping food I barely taste because the kids are heading for meltdown. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this at stupid o’clock because the same children were up late last night and therefore early this morning. It made me laugh. It made my mouth water. It made me wonder how long it would take to drive to Essex.
Sarah, Maison Cupcake says
No you’re not alone having to eat at high speed… I remember it being like that in the beginning. Your’s are still little aren’t they?
Haha….this is such a funny post. Just enjoyed reading it though I won’t want to go through as a mother. It’s actually such a huge relief that my crazy times with my little girls are over….nightmarish eating out…worse in friend’s house. But they grow up fast and we will miss those times 😀 Have fun as a mom, Sarah!
Sarah, Maison Cupcake says
Mine has always been pretty good but I can imagine it would be much harder work with two at the same time. I like that they bang their hands on the table and shout for dinner!
Alethea Hill says
Brilliant! I can so sympathise with the ‘French horn’! The food does look and sound delicious though!
We tend to go to restaurants only if they have a children’s menu, that way if they are snooty we ignore them with a ‘you asked for it attitude’. Also, doing it that way means we can eat in some lovely spots that don’t come with a terrifying orange haired clown!
Sarah, Maison Cupcake says
We’re lucky there’s so much choice nowadays. Years ago it probably would have been the Berni Inn and that was it! Whatever happened to Berni Inns?! Craving prawn cocktail now…
What a fabulous and entertaining post! I loved reading it! The food looks really delicious and the twins are so adorable! Perfect…perfect!
Reminds me of a meal we had in a restaurant in Florida, accompanied by our maybe 8 or 9 month old son who was always the perfect restaurant guest: good eater, quiet and enjoyable company. Near the end of the meal, a couple walked by and as they passed our table the woman leaned over and said “I just want to say that your child is wonderful! We were nervous when we saw you arrive with such a young toddler but what a perfect joy he was! Congratulations! Yes, our son is very good at restaurants as well so we enjoy taking him often as his behavior is usually pretty good. Yes, he’s 35 years old, but still pretty well behaved.” Ha Ha what a hoot!
Sarah, thanks for introducing me to such a wonderful writer. Now I must dash over and discover his blog!
Sarah, Maison Cupcake says
Ha ha, my husband is 40 years old and he’s not very well behaved at all!!
Gourmet Chick says
This is so funny – although has totally put me off having children! Thanks Danny!