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V-Day redux
Feb. 15th, 2005 07:41 amHad a great Valentine's evening with my beautiful wife, and it was all thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rani23 staying at our place to hold down the fort. We went to John Harvard in Monroeville, where fiannaharpar knows a few of the waitstaff from hanging out with her sister there, and had a fabulous dinner- Parmesean encrusted chicken stuffed with yummy things, mmmmmmm. And: I even ate the broccoli. All of it. This is unheard of in my lifetime. I'm still amazed.
We also had beer. Mmmmm, beer. I ordered a mini-oatmeal stout (10 oz) that was truly yummy, when my sweetie got the brilliant idea to order the sampler. The two of the five that stand out were the heather beer (Scottish, of course, to flip off the English) and the cask-aged stout that was scarrrrrily drinkable. As in you'd finish it and not notice. The heather beer was like a cross between good champagne and a sweet wine, with a sharpness that wasn't overpowering. The rest were: a nice honey blonde (beer, not waitress), a raspberry not-lambic, and something else (the between dunkel-and-schwarzbrau? Can't remember). It's been more beer than I've had in months, and twas wonderful.
Afterfiannaharpar came back from the restroom, and right after my black and white cheescake arrived (cheesecake between chocolate cake)(drooooool), she pronounced that we were moving to a different location. You see, Paul and Mary Placeway were also there, and we finished the evening hanging out with them, a lovely random finish to an equally wonderful evening.
rani23 staying at our place to hold down the fort. We went to John Harvard in Monroeville, where fiannaharpar knows a few of the waitstaff from hanging out with her sister there, and had a fabulous dinner- Parmesean encrusted chicken stuffed with yummy things, mmmmmmm. And: I even ate the broccoli. All of it. This is unheard of in my lifetime. I'm still amazed.We also had beer. Mmmmm, beer. I ordered a mini-oatmeal stout (10 oz) that was truly yummy, when my sweetie got the brilliant idea to order the sampler. The two of the five that stand out were the heather beer (Scottish, of course, to flip off the English) and the cask-aged stout that was scarrrrrily drinkable. As in you'd finish it and not notice. The heather beer was like a cross between good champagne and a sweet wine, with a sharpness that wasn't overpowering. The rest were: a nice honey blonde (beer, not waitress), a raspberry not-lambic, and something else (the between dunkel-and-schwarzbrau? Can't remember). It's been more beer than I've had in months, and twas wonderful.
After
fiannaharpar came back from the restroom, and right after my black and white cheescake arrived (cheesecake between chocolate cake)(drooooool), she pronounced that we were moving to a different location. You see, Paul and Mary Placeway were also there, and we finished the evening hanging out with them, a lovely random finish to an equally wonderful evening.
