Eating out with Henry gives me a little bit of anxiety - he really is charming but when forced to sit for a long period of time (and by long I mean 15 minutes) he starts to get super wiggly and wild, then he starts to scream. He screams really really loud. Then he cries. He cries and screams until someone gets up and walks him around the entire restaurant letting him bat his eyelashes at everyone and drool in their food. He is just that kind of baby. So when we decide to eat out I naturally start to shift in my seat. Walking in to Cafe Broder with Henry and two other small chidren made my heart race. The seating area was really small and all the tables were really close together - and NO ONE else had kids! You know that's a bad sign. But we put our name on the list anyway and waited to be called. About ten minutes later they called our name. We were seated off to the side by ourselves at a large table with a huge open window next to it. Our server was a large, efeminite swede who was endlessly kind and patient with our lack of desicion making skills. The food was awesome and the kids were exceedingly happy the entire time. The large swede only winced at Henry's shrill screams but overall seemed to not really notice any of the shinanigans coming from our table. He offered my sister's kids candy as we left and genuinely wanted Henry to have a peice too but was concerned he might be too small, HA! It was one of the most pleasant eating experiences I have had with a babe in my life. Thank you Cafe Broder.