Me and my parents at a foodie restaurant is kinda awkwardly hilarious. But I got us through it. Probably not something they'd seek out on their own, but I think I fed them well, they liked most of the food (I can cop to the same, tried the beets, I was right to be suspicious. But they loved them.) and it was a new experience for them.
Our waitress was definitely more suited to the epicurean set and definitely had a performance (uh, she'd lapse into French and I was all, oh, you mean cheese!) wasted on us rubes - we had more in common with the busboys. No, seriously, it was funny. She was so annoyed they hadn't brought us fresh plates and silverware between plates,and as she went off to remedy it, mom stage whispered to me, "the Quaker in me is frowning on all this unnecessary plate changes." I just started laughing, as I don't care either. Teased mom we could assuage our sensibilities by thinking of the extra dishwashers the practice employs.
I mean, everyone has their own snobbish. No way in hell this trio of New Mexicans was going to order the enchiladas at a spendy MD restaurant, we know it'd not compare to our comfort food favorite hole in the walls at quarter the cost in the hometown. (Which all three of us have a different favorite.)