foooooood
Leah's dad came into town today, and he took us out to dinner at a fancy Italian place on the Promenade. Leah loved what she had; my food--tortellini for the first course and polenta with mushrooms for the second--was pretty good, but the desert was so wonderful it made up for any inadiquacies the dinner might have had. I had fruit and vanilla ice cream, and it was about the best ice cream I ever had. And, Leah had apple pie with cinnamon ice cream, and since she didn't want the later, she gave it to me. Good stuff. It was filled with real cinnamon, which certainly justifies its price: there must have been a couple tablespoons-worth in there! I don't know how the rest of the food managed to be so expensive (what's its excuse?!) but it was fun for all that. And we sure appreciate the treat, starving artists that we are!
Besides eating, we also took in the Santa Monica sights with our guest: Leah showed him the store, and then we walked down to the pier and around the Promenade for a little while. And that was all. I'm sorry there isn't anything clever and funny in this entry; I oughta try writing when it isn't so late at night!