Several months ago, my daughter chose a restaurant for her birthday dinner. Her friends rejected the idea, since it was a seafood restaurant. I promised her that we’d go sometime when there were fewer of us, since it was on the expensive side.
As I was leaving work on Monday, I realized that it was just my daughter and me home for dinner, so I suggested that we go to the restaurant. They started us with edamame.
It was early in the day. I didn’t realize until after we’d been seated that happy hour didn’t start for another half hour. We decided to just go for it, since we weren’t expecting it, anyhow. I had blood orange margarita and my daughter had a Thai iced tea.
We ordered calamari and brussel sprouts as appetizers.
I had the fish tacos with the salad, and my daughter had the special plate with a filet, crab cake and coconut shrimp. She had fries and coleslaw with it.
We went to the bookstore across the street, Green Apple Books on the Park. I figured it was perfect timing, since we were there. My meetup group will be going for a book signing in a few weeks, so it worked out well. There is no restroom there, but there is a reading room. Huh. I bought nothing for myself, but I got a book for my daughter.
We were going to go for ice cream, but we were kind of tired by the time we finished at the bookstore, so we headed home. We were home in time to get the garbage out before dark and then to relax the rest of the evening.