Apps are everywhere. Apps are awesome. No, not apps, short
for appetizers, dad. There are quite a few in the “make my life easier” vein. My
current favorite is RunPee. RunPee gives you a
selection of three to five minute breaks in every movie to optimize your pee
run. The creators of RunPee identify the ideal times in the movie where nothing
funny, important or exciting happens. You also get a synopsis of what you
missed in case you care when you get back to your seat. The app even lets you
know if there are any scenes at the verrry end of the movie after the credits
worth sticking around for. Genius! If I’m
ever able to get back to my old movie-going schedule, RunPee will revolutionize
my film-viewing life.
Here’s the thing. Now that I have the convenience of RunPee on my radar, I’m a little bit irritated that there isn’t an app to show you all of the restaurants in the city that have changing tables in major metropolitan areas. Ok, I’m a lot irritated. There is one app that purportedly shows you all changing tables available in your vicinity, but it relies mostly on crowd sourcing for the content. I just can’t imagine a scenario in which a parent in the throes of a serious diarrhea emergency for example, has the time or inclination to post updates and additions to the content. If you’ve got a baby in diapers, you’re probably not swimming in free time for smartphone updates. If you’ve got a wailing baby in a leaky, poopy diaper? That’s DEFCON 1. That’s a code red. That’s the ninth circle of hell.
The other day, Tim and I took the kids to lunch at a LA fixture, a popular place we’ve never been before. There was a bit of a wait for a table, so I headed to the ladies room to change Daisy. Big shocker. Not only was there no changing table, but there was not even enough floor to put a changing pad on. When T was a baby this scenario would have been frustrating. But we’re used to it now. There are just not a lot of baby friendly places in town. We have two in diapers so you either just learn to deal or you don’t go out. In this case, we just headed for the car. I have changed a lot of diapers in cars. But it’s not ideal.
I’d love to be able to identify restaurants for their diaper changing capabilities/kid-friendliness. Most of them fall far short. When I find a place with a clean, well-lit stall for diaper changes it’s almost embarrassing how happy it makes me. So having said that, I need to give a shout out to Square One Dining in Hollywood. On Fountain, right across from the Scientology Center (Bonus! KOOKOO crazy people watching!) Staff are the requisite attractive actor and actress types you expect to find in LA, service is seriously good. Menu is diverse and delicious. Coffee strong. Bathroom? Heavenly. Large, bright, spotless with a changing table. Seriously considerate – they thought of everything at SquareOne and I will be back with my little monkeys.
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