Not surprisingly, it wasn't crowded at this point; there was a party of five that was just a few minutes ahead of us in their dining process, and a few people in the other dining room and the bar.
The portabello aragosta was a great appetizer as always. (Mmmm, mushroom.) Sara ordered the stuffed shrimp, after I admitted to her that I'd had virtually nothing from the menu. I almost always get specials. That was true last night, too. I ordered the swordfish romana, grilled and crusted with breadcrumbs and grated romano cheese.
We really went to bed pretty much right after getting back from dinner. I'd had an exhausting week, and she'd driven up from New Jersey, so neither of us was all that energetic. Just as well. Since Sara gets to work at 7, she really can't sleep that late, even on weekends, and she woke me around 6:30. We got to the Johnson Museum nice and early for the Hangar's touring production of Jack and the Beanstalk, featuring
Now engineering a hockey radio broadcast, then hoping to see some of