🙂 = Yummy, authentic Italian food. Very kid-friendly dining area. Gelato and pizza right next door that you can bring in.
🙁 = Not all of the staff seemed interested in serving kids. Parents have to go to serving stations to get their own cups of water, which is a logistical challenge for a parent dining alone with small children.
We ventured into West Atlanta’s Little Italy area for the first time and try out Gio’s Chicken Amalfitano because we heard it’s delicious, authentic, AND kid-friendly. When we arrived, we were mesmerized by the mural on the wall near the front counter; but we didn’t get a vibe from the cashier that she was interested in serving a couple of toddlers. Nonetheless, we ordered a meal to share: spaghetti with meatballs and the lemon chicken. Mommy was feeling benevolent, so she let us get a Blood Orange San Pellegrino to share, too.
🙂 = Delicious food. Live music. Attentive service. An Atlanta classic.
🙁 = Small space. Gets really crowded. Restrooms are not great and don’t have changing tables – prepare to change diapers in your car if an incident arises during the meal.
We have a saying at home: “The best type of meat is meat on the BONE!” With this mantra buried deep in our hearts, we decided to start our career as foodies at an Atlanta landmark, Fat Matt’s Rib Shack. Mommy always tells us that this place is famous and that if she gets Daddy a To Go box from here, he won’t complain about taking out the trash for at least a week. After we tasted the food here, we understood why.
The meat was on the bone, but basically melted off of it – right into our hungry little mouths.
The sauce was perfect. Just the right amount of tanginess and sweetness. We didn’t mind the mess – and the servers were nice enough to bring us extra wet wipes.
Our favorite part of the meal was the sides. We had macaroni & cheese and rum baked beans. We are toddlers, so of course we never turn down mac & cheese. This mac & cheese was special, though. It wasn’t shaped like Ninja Turtles, and the cheese was real cheese that actually clung to and wound around our forks in gooey orange strings! We loved the rum baked beans, too. Mommy said she’ll tell us what rum is when we’re 21 and have jobs.
Until next time, food enthusiasts!
Now, I know what you’re thinking: how can TODDLERS be foodies? Don’t toddlers only eat chicken nuggets, grilled cheese sandwiches, and buttered noodles? Don’t they have all kinds of precautionary food restrictions imposed upon them, such as no spices, no undercooked food, and no tree nuts within 100 feet of their bodies? Aren’t toddlers banned from most foodie-worthy restaurants?!