A few months ago, we were driving along the South Boston waterfront on the way home, when we decided to try dinner at Anthony's Pier 4. The kidlet fell in love with the thing - from the view to the popovers to the general ambiance - and she decided she wanted to go out for her birthday dinner there.
So last night, with grandparents in tow, we did just that - and learned an important lesson: Anthony's has exactly two ways to grill a salmon: Charred and overdone or Barely cooked and raw on the inside. Didn't help that the waiter disappeared after he brought Nancy's salmon the first time (then again, he seemed constantly irritated with us; I had some nerve asking for the rice I'd ordered instead of the potato he gave me). Finally, after the third time, when the rest of us were all done, she just gave up and sort of ate around the edges and had some of my sauteed halibut (which was just fine).
Ah, but what of the kidlet?
At one point, she was sort of reclining in her chair, her arms out along the top, and she had a subtle smile as she looked around. She was in the zone, exactly where she wanted to be and doing what she wanted to do. And that was great.