I had a meal with a boy that I hold hands with.
It was our birthday dinner.
The room was industrial, and oddly wood-crafty with a particular northwest air. Clean, modern but unpretentious and warm.
our server would not serve me alcohol because my driver's license was expired-- for 3 days. I cursed her and the OLCC under my breath, but smiled nonetheless. Rosemary lemonade (not so)regretfully stood in as my glass of wine. Mr. Z, although not the heavy-drinker, ordered a beer only to spite my untimely predicament.
My pasta looked like meal worms(cavatelli), but tasted like happy cheese pockets that had just enough tooth in it all complimented with the delightfully greasy duck confit.
I whipped out my camera to take a picture of the clever and efficient way they designed their votives, but he told me to wait while he was in the bathroom to do something so silly.
I kicked him in the shin.
We shared something called a brutti ma buoni for dessert. I suppose it meant ugly but good. It was lumpy nutty meringue. Ugly, and okay.
The meal itself was fine but mostly I enjoyed the boy I got to hold hands with
:)
