As social as my two girls are, I must admit that I don’t gel that well with all of the other moms. I guess there is a sense of inadequacy that comes out when I am told how other moms manage to keep up with their offspring; their offspring’s homework, after school programs and social activities; their husbands; their homes; their jobs; their bodies and souls; and to top it, they look fabulous and nonchalantly say that this is the best thing that has happened to them. And I do believe them, I do; however, being far from perfection and (not so) secretly belonging to the Club de las MalasMadres, I tend to gravitate to those moms who love their kids but state without hesitation that, occasionally, they are little assholes; whose hair is not perfectly coiffed and their makeup is (almost) non existent because they were running late to work and they had to prioritize (after washing their kids’ faces, brushing their teeth, repeating the same instructions over a hundred times, giving them breakfast, and making sure their lunch was packed); whose houses will never be featured in Architectural Digest or Apartment Therapy, for obvious reasons; whose bodies show the marks of having had children and not having had enough sleep in years. Basically, those moms that after a long day juggling identity, maternity, marriage and work, openly admit that all they need is a nice glass of wine or a cocktail and a girlfriend to laugh and share their miseries with. Luckily, I have found some kindred spirits in New York and we try to get together as much as our crazy schedules permit us (both with and without kids).
This past Saturday I met with one of my fellow-spirited moms and we decided to take advantage of the nice weather and have brunch with La Petite Wasabi joining us. We chose to meet at Ofrenda, a Mexican joint in the West Village which we had been to before for happy hour (without the kids, that is). We got there early, around 11, and the place was already beginning to get busy, but we were lucky to score a table outside.
Mind you, this place is not a kid oriented establishment, as its loud and packed happy hour can attest to, but the servers were really friendly and accommodating to La Petite Wasabi. Unfortunately, they don’t have a kids menu or high chairs, which didn’t seem to deter my daughter from ordering an orange juice (they do have fresh squeezed orange juice) and sharing an order of guacamole, that came with enormous chips. For the moms, a traditional margarita on the rocks. La Petite Wasabi and I shared an order of huevos pochados, Ofrenda’s take on the classic Benedict, with home fries topped with some queso fresco and a deliciously non traditional creamy Hollandaise.
The interior is pretty cramped, with a long bar to the left and big wood tables which wouldn’t leave much space to walk around if packed (which it usually is), so my recommendation would be the smallest stroller or a foldable one.
The ladies room is all the way in the back. It’s ample, clean but it doesn’t have a changing table.
I have to say that this place is great to meet up with friends for happy hour, which they do have and which gets really crowded, more than to come with the little ones. Brunch is a good time to bring them along, especially if you are able to score a table outside. Although not centered towards families, they were really friendly and accommodating with us and made us feel welcomed. And of course, who can say no to a margarita on the rocks and some guac?
113 Seventh Avenue South
New York, NY 10014
Monday – Wednesday: 4.00pm – 11.00pm
Thursday – Friday: 4.00pm – 1.00am
Saturday: 11.00am – 1.00am
Sunday: 11.00am – 11.00pm