Wit Over Ignorance

Chez Mr Cheese

The trouble is, when you ask a 6-year-old American girl (even one who's half-French and half-English) where she wants to take her sisters for a birthday party, the answer (once you've excluded the impractical, the unaffordable and the illegal) is always Chuck E. Cheese. For those of you who have never heard of America's suburban cartoon mouse rip-off, Mr Cheese is a kind of amusement arcade-pizzeria imitation of Mickey. His small, overcrowded, deafening entertainment emporia are the closest you get to hell as a parent. Yet somehow, all four of my daughters have succumbed to his cheesy attractions, and even my older pair, long past the peak age (6) for Chuck E. visits, declared themselves thrilled to be paying a nostalgic return to a much-loved haunt of their youth.  Needless to say, they all had a ball.

   

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Chez Mr Cheese

The trouble is, when you ask a 6-year-old American girl (even one who's half-French and half-English) where she wants to take her sisters for a birthday party, the answer (once you've excluded the impractical, the unaffordable and the illegal) is always Chuck E. Cheese. For those of you who have never heard of America's suburban cartoon mouse rip-off, Mr Cheese is a kind of amusement arcade-pizzeria imitation of Mickey. His small, overcrowded, deafening entertainment emporia are the closest you get to hell as a parent. Yet somehow, all four of my daughters have succumbed to his cheesy attractions, and even my older pair, long past the peak age (6) for Chuck E. visits, declared themselves thrilled to be paying a nostalgic return to a much-loved haunt of their youth.  Needless to say, they all had a ball.