Dea Birkett 

Travelling with kids

At last, I think we've found it: the posh-nosh restaurant that caters for all ages. Judging by your response to the last couple of columns about eating out with kids, you'll all be glad to learn that a meal at the People's Palace (People's Palace) in the Royal Festival Hall on London's South Bank, overlooking the Thames, managed to satisfy everyone in our demanding multi-generational party. There were eight of us - myself and the boyfriend, our kids (nine-year-old Storme and toddler twins), my brother and his 8-month pregnant girlfriend, and my mum, best known as Granny. It was her 69th birthday, and she wanted to be surrounded by her tribe.
  
  


At last, I think we've found it: the posh-nosh restaurant that caters for all ages. Judging by your response to the last couple of columns about eating out with kids, you'll all be glad to learn that a meal at the People's Palace (People's Palace) in the Royal Festival Hall on London's South Bank, overlooking the Thames, managed to satisfy everyone in our demanding multi-generational party. There were eight of us - myself and the boyfriend, our kids (nine-year-old Storme and toddler twins), my brother and his 8-month pregnant girlfriend, and my mum, best known as Granny. It was her 69th birthday, and she wanted to be surrounded by her tribe.

There was a reasonable yet fancy set menu for adults (around £12 for two courses), and another for children, who could also have smaller portions of grown-up meals. There was plenty of room between the tables, so other diners weren't within missile range of the twins' flying frîtes. And even though our toddlers didn't seem to be able to tell the difference between the haricots verts and a tumbler of wax crayons, devouring both equally greedily, the waiters were utterly unfazed.

There were three generations on most of the other tables, too. Step outside and the South Bank Centre is a wonderful place to wander around on a warm autumn afternoon, with loads of free events for all ages (South Bank Centre).

We felt so relaxed and welcome that we spent three hours having lunch. The heavily pregnant girlfriend's request for a second G'n'T was greeted with a polite nod. "This is kid's bliss," said Storme, licking on her mini ice-cream cone, a bargain £1 dessert. "Ladies of my age like linen," said Granny, running her hand along the crisp white tablecloth as if it were the most sensual thing. She was the happiest birthday girl in the world.

 

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