Date Night


On the night when we purpose to go on a date, we do the most magical thing:

We don't talk about the wedding.

I know it's going to be such a great day when it happens.  But I also know that I've asked Bryan more than once if he wants to just take the money and run. And by run, I mean - go to the courthouse, and have enough money to make a down payment on a house and maybe a basket of tiny kittens.

So we move forward, and think outside the box. It's a huge blessing to have as many wedding planning resources as there are now. It's entirely possible to have a beautiful wedding on a small budget. 

For instance, instead of wearing a bridal gown or having my bridesmaids buy a dress - I just decided we can all wear whatever we want. We can all shave our eyebrows, and that is how we'll match on the big day. The verdict is still out, but I'm thinking of submitting the idea to Martha Stewart Weddings, for sure.



It is now my personal mission to partake in all of the local restaurants that Cincinnati has to offer. 

We love Mt. Adams, but a lot of effort has gone into making downtown Cincinnati a desirable place to visit. I think I will just have to do an entire Cincinnati post at some point. But for now, I will only talk about...

I'd only heard greatness about this place. Please, just look at the menu. Walking in, it felt full of promise. It's small, and seeping with charm. The ambience of an establishment is just as appealing as the menu to me. 

Think speakeasy meets the clean, modern lines of a home you might see in Dwell magazine. The servers were genuine, the experience was filled to the brim with character. Miike Snow was playing at one point and there were flat screens on wall. They were framed with dark wood, and playing silenced black and white Katharine Hepburn films. Are you kidding me? I was annihilated by this place.


We got hot dogs. But they were SO MUCH MORE than hot dogs. Bryan got the Trailer Park: a bacon-wrapped beef hot dog, with american cheese, coleslaw, and crushed potato chips on a brioche bun.

I got a Lindsey Lohan - an all beef hot dog with goat cheese, carmelized onion, bacon, arugula, and balsamic.

We weren't even able to form coherent sentences. I never realized that there was a tiny foodie monster dwelling somewhere within Bryan. He couldn't say words. He couldn't even really open his eyes when I asked him if it was good. I am pretty sure we both decided we never wanted to eat at any other restaurant besides Senate for the rest of our lives. That's totally dramatic, but we were feeling really dramatic over this food experience.

Did I mention there were duck fat fries?

Did I mention that we finished our meal with warm pretzel beignets with caramel marscarpone?

I can't believe I just wrote that much about hot dogs.

After our food coma - we were rolled out of the restaurant like Violet after she turns into a blueberry. At least that's how it felt.

We finished our evening taking in the best view of the city.

We held hands, and I saw Bryan had a look of love in his eyes.

"Are you thinking about that hot dog again?" I asked.

"Yeah, I totally was." He confessed.

"Me too."