Some friends of ours called to ask us out to dinner this evening. My stomach growls a little as I type this because Dear Fiance and I were working out earlier, when we were invited. Gotta love those iPhones!
Are we nuts to venture from the house after having worked out and come home for half an hour?
Nah!
They're great friends and now I'm thinking about the name of the place, Hops and Chops. Might be good.
But here's the thing: a dear friend also used to own and operate a magnificent restaurant where they place is now located. It's likely to be weird without her presence in there and all the wonderful culinary aromas that accompanied her art.
We shall see ...
