We’re fairly unorthodox when it comes to parenting. We think our kid should adapt to what we want to do. Some would call that immature, others would realize that no parent, no matter how patient, ever wants to watch Barney. So, this is our way of doing things.
On an early spring evening in Verona, Italy, Mrs. NH, Little NH and I headed to the Bottega Vini smack dab in the middle of Verona. It was a beautiful restaurant/wine bar that came recommended on some web site or other that Mrs. NH found. It was worth the trip.
There is no outdoor seating save for a banqet nestled into the outside wall but once inside, you’re transported to a really cool Northern Italian experience. There’s vino alla spina (wine on tap), and a chalk board full of several other varieties, ranging from Soave to Barbera. The guys behind the bar were getting ready for the evening dinner crew but treated us well and even found a chocolate filled cookie in the kitchen for Little NH.
We spent our time trying two or three of the wines while Little NH was anticipating the chime of the cuckoo-clock overhead. By the time our 30 minutes in Bottega Vini were up, great wine had been consumed and a little cuckoo-clock had chimed, delighting a 3-year-old.
In my book, that beats Barney any day.