Waiter, there's a baby in my soup

Tried the new restaurant from the owners of Postino, this one is called Windsor. Its in central PHX, which is really starting to show signs of an indie vibe now that the economy is taking a turn for the positive. Its attached to their other place, an ice cream shop called Church. The food is good, think really upscale bar food. The servers have mohawks, Buddy Holly glasses, sleeves of tats and a general hipster vibe. Gay couples openly hold hands there without fear of retribution. Get the bacon burger, with its amazing carmelized onions, sharp cheddar, stacked on a pretzel bun. My only complaint? That they would take more of a stand about patrons bringing their babies. There's no kid menus or booster seats yet that doesn't deter parents who fill their toddlers with ice cream from Churn next door and then bring them to Windsor while they eat and drink and just generally ignore their children who are by then, hopped up on sugar. 

It was last Friday night at a bar/restaurant and the kids were BORED but full of sundaes. I know this because I watched them eat it at the outdoor patio. Next to the other family who brought their (wait for it) triplet toddlers, also filled with ice cream. The place was loud, filled with adults and not at all child-friendly. The parents were miffed there was no family-style seating. Really? What about 'wine bar' sounds like a place to take children? 

And while I'm on the topic of inappropriate settings, there was a woman who was drinking while pushing her stroller. I was horrified until I got closer to the stroller and this woman also had triplets... but they weren't human, they were identical King Charles spaniels, adorned with matching pink bows. She brought her puppies to the bar in a stroller and then wheeled said stroller into the restaurant and really hampered servers from doing their job because the stroller was in the way. 

To recap, I love babies and puppies. I love baby mammals in general. In their appropriate setting. A bar is not it. Just like I don't show up at Chuck E. Cheese and complain that there's no ashtrays and what's a girl gotta do for a shot of Jack?! Because that's the the proper setting for such things. 

I like that NYC is now slowly passing laws that make it illegal to bring young children into bars. Apparently patrons strap on their papoose and drink with their kid strapped to their chest because its difficult to find a babysitter. I'm empathetic to the situation and I'm sure the cost of a babysitter can add up quickly.