Family mealtime took a hit this weekend and R&R took note.
By Cami Beiter
This weekend called for a Saturday afternoon Real & Random lunch meeting. Wendy was feeling fishy so we headed to Meadow, a yummy sushi restaurant in Simsbury. Welcomed by a friendly hostess, an invitingly warm room and a busy chef rolling Maki we made our way to a window table. It was early for the lunch crowd so for the first 30 minutes we shared the place with only a few other patrons.
Ahhh, the peaceful retreat of a nice restaurant. We settled in.
“Da, Da, Da, Da, DORA!”
The restaurant instrumental was drowned out by an annoyingly familiar tune.
Like dogs hearing a whistle we sat up and gave each other a quizzical look.
The television in the restaurant bar wasn’t on. And if it were, I sincerely doubt Dora The Explorer (an educational animated series) would be the choice of programming. I looked over my shoulder, searching for the source. In the corner table sat a young couple, doting over their four-year old and his enormous iPad. What’s this? A restaurant of patrons must sit and listen to their child’s animated preference?
And although I tried to ignore Read more... Saturday Sushi With a Side of Screens
Family mealtime took a hit this weekend and R&R took note.
By Cami Beiter
This weekend called for a Saturday afternoon Real & Random lunch meeting. Wendy was feeling fishy so we headed to Meadow, a yummy sushi restaurant in Simsbury. Welcomed by a friendly hostess, an invitingly warm room and a busy chef rolling Maki we made our way to a window table. It was early for the lunch crowd so for the first 30 minutes we shared the place with only a few other patrons.
Ahhh, the peaceful retreat of a nice restaurant. We settled in.
“Da, Da, Da, Da, DORA!”
The restaurant instrumental was drowned out by an annoyingly familiar tune.
Like dogs hearing a whistle we sat up and gave each other a quizzical look.
The television in the restaurant bar wasn’t on. And if it were, I sincerely doubt Dora The Explorer (an educational animated series) would be the choice of programming. I looked over my shoulder, searching for the source. In the corner table sat a young couple, doting over their four-year old and his enormous iPad. What’s this? A restaurant of patrons must sit and listen to their child’s animated preference?
And although I tried to ignore Read more...