After dropping Westley off at daycare for a few hours Friday, Brian and I kicked off a new foodie adventure: We're dining through the alphabet! (Note my new "A is for appetite" label below, which I'll use to document our culinary project.)
We parked in a centrally located spot in NewMarket Square before splitting up. He went to get a haircut while I headed the other direction for an iced green tea from Panera and a pedicure. (I felt so pampered. I read a my superhero book and enjoyed my first pedi since before Westley was born. Even better, I used a gift card some neighborhood mommy friends had given me as a shower gift.)
Afterward, we walked to the little pizza place nearby for a lunch date.
Brian had breadsticks and a beer while he waited for me to arrive. I found him looking handsome with freshly coiffed locks at the bar, reading "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea" on his tablet and monitoring President Obama's press conference on TV. We watched coverage about the catastrophic tsunami in Japan, which we talked about while we ate. I hate it when big news breaks on my vacation. I hate to see something like this happen. It breaks my heart. But when it does happen, I'd rather it be when I'm in the newsroom to play even a small role in the coverage. Employees continued to watch the news coverage while we found a sunny quiet table to chat.
I ordered the Insalata di Pollo, and he had a yummy pizza. When our food arrived, I had food envy, but he shared a slice with me. (I pride myself in my knack for ordered something delicious. Friends have remarked on this talent. So food envy is a rare occurrance.) They ignored my request to exclude the red onions, but the salad was tasty nonetheless. Then we zipped to a nearby store to pick out a wedding shower gift for some friends who are having a couples shower this afternoon. We had some uninterrupted time to catch up about his trip, my week and other recent events. It was lovely.
