Lynn’s Paradise Cafe: Gateway to Good Eats
On a mission to find kid friendly, affordable, fun restaurants all over this great country, Lynn’s Paradise Café in Louisville, Kentucky now has a permanent home in the Feed Me Top 10. Located at 984 Barret Avenue in the funky Highlands neighborhood, just let the GPS lady get you there. With cameo reviews in airline magazines and oh, you know, Bon Appétit, I’m not exactly planting a flag on the moon with this one. Heck, we found seven different state license plates in the parking lot alone (Rhode Island was sandwiched between Michigan and Oregon).
If you ever wondered who actually purchases the the primary color paint from Home Depot or where funky old ties find their final resting place, Lynn’s Paradise Café is the place for you. Entrance to the restaurant requires passing a giant, 8-foot tall coffee pot pouring water into a laundry load of foaming sudz. Pass through the World of Swirl gift shop (Leave time to linger. Touching everything and reading all the wickedly sarcastic magnets and t-shirts will take some time.). A dream come true for those of us with self-diagnosed Adult Attention Deficit Disorder, taking it all in is an impossibility. I seem to remember a killer whale hanging next to a ball of twine in the branches of the tree closest to us. Or was it a cow-shaped kite?
It was my husband who noticed the wall of fluorescent light bulbs blinking in synch with the background music (ranging from The Beatles to the Dixie Cups, by the way). Miniature buckets of toys dotted the tables. Our daughter found a bucket of ponies and the boys helped Mr. Fork find Mrs. Spoon on the back of the kids menu. A row of push-able construction trucks were neatly parked next to the maÎtre d’ station (primed and ready for the big-boy booth wigglers).
Enough ambiance? Here’s what we had to eat: fried green tomatoes, sweet tea, mom’s meatloaf. Good ol’ comfort food. For $3.95, the kids ordered a peanut butter sandwich and pancakes. At $4.95 one kid upgraded to a corn dog. Accompanied by apple sauce or fries, we stayed saucy. Standard kids cuisine, serious gobbling was book-ended by the glorious absence of three things (1) fighting, (2) whining, (3) begging. Relaxed-looking parents were scattered throughout the dining room. And for these three things alone, we’ll be back. (That and we need the “tofu vs. bacon” figurines.)