Matt and I are kind of in a manic mode of hashing things out--- our house goes from Raging Bull, to O Henry's Gift of the Magi in minutes. We decided to take a breather and venture out for date night. We decided to try Max's Wine Dive- a couple of my friends have raved about it, and it sounded like some much needed fun.
Matt indulged in a kobe beef burger, drenched in brie- with hand cut french fries. I had the egg sandwich- with artisan bread, drizzled in truffle oil, with melted gruyere. We split dessert- halvsies on a brownie/bread pudding combination that left us full. We washed the whole thing down with a Napa Merlot that we can't remember the name of, but had some cool label with a dragon or something. I am avoiding the scale for the next couple of days. It was a perfect evening--- good food, even better company. It constantly amazes me that when the shit hits the fan, my husband rallies and always reminds me how lucky I am to have married him. Taking me to a place that serves macaroni and cheese with truffles certainly helped matters. Yes indeedy.