That's what David Kamp of the New York Times calls it.
I don't remember being allowed to eat from a children's menu -- don't think they were around back then. My sister used to eat out and insist on some variation of the "hamburger, french fries, milkshake" theme (steak and potatoes would do). And when we ate at family or friends house, the rule was always to eat what was being served, even if it meant having a "no thank you" helping (a few mouthfuls to show appreciation for the cooking, and possibly to introduce a new dish to our palates).
In so many ways children have started to rule their parents, rather than the other way around. It's easier - I hear from my childed friends - to make them a dinner they'll eat rather than a dinner they'll fight not eating. I say tough. Let them go without dinner a time or two and they'll start eating. Force them eat what the adults are eating. Reward their adventurousness with a cookie if you must, but insist that they try a little of everything on the plate. Then, when you get to a friend's, or to a restaurant, they'll be able to eat without whining about the lack of chicken fingers.