Downtown class - but still Kid friendly.

I enjoyed dinner this evening at Mama Mia in downtown Portland.

Kudos to them. The food was very good, and not too pricey. Adult meals ran from $10 to $20.

But what impressed me the most was that it was a very classy atmosphere, and yet they still were very kid friendly. They welcomed my child with crayons and a picture to color. They have good selection on their kids menu. And the staff was very friendly to my child throughout the entire process.

While I was eating, there were 5 other families that I could see in the dining room. No kids were running around or being noisy or problematic.

I really appreciate when restaurants embrace kids. Not every kid friendly place has to turn into chuck-e-cheese. Some people just like to have good meals in nice places with their children. And usually these people will have taught or be in the process of teaching their children that in a nice restaurant (or any restaurant for that matter) you should behave yourself.

I both dislike parents who find a kid friendly place and assume it means they can let their kids run wild, and restaurants who simply ignore the existence of children all together. I believe there can be a happy common ground.

And Mama Mia was a great example of that. Very nice. Great food. Excellent service. And my child enjoyed it as well. My only real complaint is their all flash based website. Arrgh! At least make a plain HTML "contact us" section or something...

Thank you Mama Mia, and of course Mothers - the sister establishment to Mama Mia - is outstanding as well.

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