One week ago tonight, Matty B ran into the restroom at Brasserie 4 and threw up.
Oops. Needless to say, “date night” took a rain check and we headed home, determined to try again this weekend.
Thanks to grandma and papa watching the munchkins, we had “take 2” tonight.
Thank goodness Matty B likes pizza. Otherwise, what’s a picky vegetarian to do at a French restaurant? He proclaimed the crust slightly burnt, and I might’ve typically called that blackened but it truly did taste a little burnt, so I have to give his palate credit for that one.
And it was a great night.
We made napkin drawings (just like the old days.)
We stopped at a bookstore and avoided the children’s section entirely. (Not sure the last time that happened.)
We made eye contact.
A great night indeed:)