We had two options last night – sit around on our bums & mope about the house or get out. So Doug & I set off into the wild blue yonder, otherwise known as Downtown Raleigh.
Otherwise known as Gotham. (don’t ask me to explain that awesomeness. i can’t. but that is a legit bat signal.)
I took a few suggestions from Twitter on where to go that was new & diferent & definitely not Outback. I love me some Bloomin’ Onion as much as anyone else, but we’re trying to get into the culture of Raleigh now that we’re here. Raleigh has charm when you dig into it & I’m excited to learn the city I grew up in. Per Kate’s suggestion, we went to Gravy which is not biscuits & potatos but American Italian & super-yummy. We felt young & wild, doing something that we never do - ordered a bottle of wine, a light Pinot Noir that made my cheeks flush.
I even ordered an after dinner decaf cappucino. I was 75% intoxicated at this point & squealing like a little girl over the cinnamon in my cup. Then I asked our waitress for a “chocolate happy cake” & she brought out a no-flour chocolate tart that was smothered in whip cream. I might have proposed marriage to her after that.