You can’t help feeling a little bit like you’ve gatecrashed a toddler birthday party, no matter how nice and friendly the other parents are.
The ball pit was almost constantly occupied by a small clique of under-ones, all wobbling around like Weebles on an 18-30s holiday.
We ended up staying for 2-3 hours and Babu even asked for extra time at the end – her golden seal of approval.
The sort of group you’d look forward to all month if you didn’t live so bloody far away it might as well be on Pluto.
This month, make the most of the great outdoors with festivals, al fresco installations, park fun days and outdoor water-play.
Bab Dad took everything extremely seriously and began painstakingly icing anatomically correct innards onto a gingerbread man.
None of my pre-baby friends had kids and I literally had no idea what you were meant to do with one.
Owner Emily Ajasa has really tapped in to what adults are looking for in a tot-friendly cafe – i.e. not garishly hued plastic crap.
Simply deposit your offspring in the spacious creche and head next door for three whole hours of carefree chill-out time.
In the end were just a lone, sober, snotty woman and her arsy two year old in a basement bar on a Sunday afternoon.