This is a real throwback reminiscence, but many years ago, when I was a teenager growing up in Indianapolis, one of my best friends and I would have an occasional adventure: taking the bus downtown from where we lived in the suburbs, going shopping in the department stores (in those days, L.S. Ayres, Wm. H. Block, and Strauss), and perhaps going to a movie in one of the now long-gone movie palaces like the Indiana, Circle or Lyric theaters.
At that time, Ayres still had its tearoom (which now exists solely as a novelty restaurant at the Indiana State Museum
http://visitindy.com/indianapolis-restaurants-l-s-ayres-tea-room-at-indiana-state-museum ), which our mothers had taken us to for lunch when we were little kids. The tearoom had a children's menu, which included wonderful ice cream desserts, including one called the Snow Princess or something like that, which was molded vanilla ice cream decorated with silver shot as the "skirt" for a china doll head and torso. To a small girl, this was pure magic.
Anyway, flash forward to my teenager years. When my friend and I showed up in the tearoom (feeling very grown up), we were treated graciously, except that they would not let me order the Snow Princess ice cream, even if I offered to pay extra for it.
Why? We'd ordered full meals off the adult menu. But it was on the children's menu, so I couldn't have it.
I was truly disappointed, and it took me years to psyche myself into going back to the tearoom.