You don’t actually want to eat that schmancy mille feuille; you’re just overcompensating for your desire to order the chicken wings from the children’s menu.

Now that Ketchup is open, you can grub with your chin up.

Along with the surf (lobster tail, scallops) and turf (44-ounce Porterhouse), it’s gourmet kiddie food for discriminating grown-ups: sloppy joes, Kobe beef hot dogs, sliders. Fries, onion rings, and sweet potato tots are served with five house-made ketchups (chipotle, mango, ranch, maple, and old-fashioned). But try to save room for the gigantic ice cream sandwich.

Red orb lights and tomatoes in Plexiglas lighten up the slick, white space. As does the roving cocktail cart serving alkie versions of school-day faves like the Orangutang (vodka, peach Schnapps, and Tang with a Tang rim) and Chocolate Hooville (vodka, amaretto, and Yoo-hoo).

Before long, you’ll be drinking the spiked Kool-Aid.

And offering your condiments to the chef.

Ketchup, 8590 Sunset Boulevard, between Alta Loma Road and Sunset Plaza Drive, second floor, Sunset Plaza (310-289-8590 or dolcegroup.com).