Does ‘kid friendly’ mean ‘stay away’ to childless diners?

It was several months ago now that my daughter was happily yelling inside the atrium of Cafe Sebastienne. Nothing was wrong. She’s just a toddler, who spent the better part of 10 minutes letting the art know what she thought of it, at a volume level and an intensity that rivaled coach Todd Haley’s first year on the sidelines. That meal ended abruptly.

“I never want to eat out again,” I told my wife on the car ride home, in large part because it bothers me that the behavior at my table could ruin someone else’s meal. She suggested that this might be a tad impractical.