Im doing a double header today because I missed Wednesdays blog post (posted today).
Tonight – Date Night. The old man took me out to dinner, like every man should take his wife to every once in a while. I wanted to go somewhere fancy, so I could wear my cutest dresses and heels. He wanted somewhere local and easy. He promised to take me to a restaurant Ive been dying to go to for some time now, Blue Moon Evolution, next weekend. Oh, OK. I suppose…
We opted for his fav – Orient Pearl in Epping. Its 10min from our house and its an Asian bistro (that means, chinese, japanese and a mixture of some other Asian menus, I guess?). Being bit of a sushi snob (hey! I lived in NYC and SF…some of the best sushi in the US!) I was a bit hesitant of trying it out last year – but its not bad, for NH. I actually like it. And the old man…loves it. Mostly because they have a ton of mixed tiki style Asian drinks. He only has one because they’re quite strong. I opted for a Sapporo. Who would have thought, the tough manly man would get the fruity girly drink – and me, the girly girl – the beer. Hmmph.
The drink menu is the best part of this place, its a bit…shall I say, odd? Just check out the Zombie drink description. I guess you take your chances with that one? I mean, who doesnt like “inspirational and delightful”? – The old man opted for the “Suffering Bastard” – how appropriate, right? 😉
We ordered a few different dishes, I wanted to stay healthy so I got a sushi roll that was called “Pink Enticement” – take that however you wish. *insert smirky grin* . I also ordered these lettuce rolls with shrimp. They are in one word – AMAZING.
We saw a co-worked of the Old Mans and had some conversation with him and his wife – about their retirement and move to Uruguay in a few months. Im jealous.
We had a lovely meal, finished up by of course, the fortune cookie. I always smash mine in the wrapper and then eat it… Here is my fortune. VERY fitting, I must say. (and if you know me, you KNOW what I mean)
And lastly, dont ever ask your old man to take a photo of you…because well, they usually suck at it. I felt it was very fitting for me to wear my Hawaiian/Polynesian/Asian caftan. I was right because, the waiter said to me when he approached our table (said in an Asian accent), “Oh! I like your dress! What is that? Very booty-ful!” – I said, THANK YOU! I thought it would be appropriate! 😉