The quiet tension over adults ordering from kids’ menus isn’t really about chicken nuggets. It’s about dignity, money, and the simple wish to eat what feels right without being scolded for it. When an adult is told “that’s for children only,” the message isn’t just about policy; it’s about belonging. It suggests there is a narrow, approved way to be an adult in public, right down to what’s on your plate.
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