So we tried to go to the top of the Standard for drinks. Yeah, that doesn’t work with a stroller. At the Standard Grill, though, you can sneak in to a table near the bar.
But not at the bar. If you have a baby at the bar, they won’t serve you. I had ordered my Carjack, above, before they realized. Once we got srimp’s bottle out and were shipped over to our table. OK, I get it. No babies at the bar.
She was quite happy in our little booth:
Greg’s delishy martini:
The room is really quite comfortable:
For supper, we shared a squash soup:
And a platter of oysters:
They were delicious.
Farewell maternity leave. It’s been the best three months of my life.
