The other night, I took the toddler and baby out to eat. Wife was out of town this weekend, so it was just us three dudes, the Mellingers playing without the family's most-liked and top parent.
I picked a layup of a restaurant. Not too far from the house. Kid-friendly sports bar, with lots of noise and TVs. We got there around 5, so we wouldn't have to wait for a table, and so the service would be faster, and hopefully so there would be lots of families there who'd understand if our table turned into an unmitigated disaster.