The last meal we had as nonparents was at Memphis Pizza Café — Calvin was born the next day. The first place we felt comfortable taking him out so we could eat (and have a much-needed adult beverage) was Huey’s on Madison Avenue. The white noise of conversation, kitchen sounds and music lulled him to sleep; we thought we’d never leave.
And now, in its 45th year and mine, we find ourselves returning to Overton Square with our own children. They enjoy the patio at Boscos and at YoLo yogurt just across the street. They shoot toothpicks at the ceiling in that same Huey’s, and Sweet Noshings is a sugary heaven for them. The courtyard behind it all, it turns out, is the perfect place to rock and romp.