Gourmet

We had dinner last night at an elite restaurant here, one known for local and regional ingredients and its slow-food ideology.  This was kind of a belated anniversary, which AO and I were unable to celebrate while we were in California with the kids.  The highlights were moule frites, a treat no matter where one is, and fresh Walleye from the Great Lakes.  The romaine salad had an open face duck egg fried on top, with an amazing brioche, and lots of parsley.  After a bottle of wine, port with dessert, and romantic feelings throughout, we ended up on some stone bench in a park reveling in our commitment to each other.  It was nice.  We're having an exquisite fall here, after all.  We tried to go to a bar afterward and were quickly disillusioned, but at least the babysitter said that it was, for her, better than working.