For my last hurrah, T and I went out to dinner at a place in Maplewood called Water Street. I'd been there once before (with Dad and K), and thought it deserved a return trip.
I had two cocktails - the grapefruit giblet and the basil rathbone. Both were delicious, but quite different. My dinner started with the medjool dates, which were everything I hoped they would be. I was hungry that night, so my main was the strip steak. I can't say that was a mistake because it was decent (and the cheesy potatoes were quite good), but I think they do better with the smaller, trendier dishes - flatbreads and the like. For dessert, T and good split the strawberry/raspberry tart (one of my transgressions), which was delish.
But can I please reiterate: I did it! I started this 52 Weeks project a few months shy of two years ago - one dress every other week, on average - not too bad, actually! Should I do 52 more weeks of something? 52 weeks of what?
I'm sad the dresses are over :(
ReplyDeleteMe too!! I actually have a couple more, so maybe they'll show up some day...
ReplyDeleteI can't, in good conscience, support your dress-buying habit to the tune of another 52 weeks of dresses . . . but, I'm glad I was there for weeks 1 and 52 and and almost all the rest in between. If we do 52 weeks of pizza, we might need 52 weeks of sweatpants to hide the evidence!
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