Kiss My Grits

The shrimp and cheesy grits at Big Jones, 5347 N. Clark Street. Not pictured: fresh out of the oven, complimentary cornbread worthy of at least one awkward moan per bite.

Lily survived her first outing to one of our favorite restaurants (yay, we can go back!), and we left happy and content, our bellies full of wine and down home southern cooking. Perhaps Lily was so well behaved because she's a future foodie like her parents. More likely, we just got really lucky. As long as she saves her meltdowns for McDonald's, we're cool.