As an old married couple*, Mike and I tend to count a Trader Joe's trip and an Ugly Betty (What? Don't judge.) DVD marathon as a good Friday night date. Throw in a frozen pizza, and we're pretty much in heaven. It's not that we don't love trying new restaurants or getting all prettied up, it's just that it's so convenient to stay in comfy yoga pants and curl up on the couch.
In an effort to break out of our hermit-like tendencies and explore more of the awesome food that Cleveland has to offer (Um, have you seen Alexa's list? I salivate just reading it, people.) and check another one off the 101 List - I planned a date night this Friday to an adorable little restaurant.
In an effort to break out of our hermit-like tendencies and explore more of the awesome food that Cleveland has to offer (Um, have you seen Alexa's list? I salivate just reading it, people.) and check another one off the 101 List - I planned a date night this Friday to an adorable little restaurant.
[More will be posted on my review blog about the actual food - but here is a little teaser for you....]
My poison? Roasted seasonal vegetables, melted brie, crisp green apples, local honey, and caramelized onions, served on a toasted pita.
And a Dream Cream, please.
I'd planned to explore the antique shops and huge, used book store in the neighborhood - but it turns out they all close early in the evening. Disappointed but undeterred, we chose plan B: Scrabble, yoga pants, and some guitar serenading.
(Just how ridiculous we are when we play Scrabble is a whole other post. You have no idea. It's passive-aggressively delightful.)
*Okay, so maybe we've only been for nearly two years. And we're still in our twenties. But we definitely display symptoms of Old Married Couple Syndrome.
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