His Birthday

Yesterday was Boyfriend's birthday. 25 big ones. Quarter of a century. A score and 5 years. One more than two dozen.

I worked all day, but then I got off work, went home and got all dolled up in my dress and high heels, wrapped his present, and headed over to pick him up. I got all nervous when I went up to the door, which is weird because we've been on 1023897389 dates.

He walked up the stairs to greet me wearing grey slacks, a white shirt with thin blue stripes, and a yellow tie with blue and silver diagonal stripes. He looked good (not that you normally don't, honey).

I had made reservations for 7:30 at the restaurant, and we had left his house at around 6:30. We ended up parking at around 6:50, because Laura is just horrible at estimating how long it will take to get places in the cities. Seriously, I'm no good at it.

BUT I let him open his present before we left the car, and the restaurant is right next to Loring Park, so we walked around there for a little bit before it was time to go eat.


I had hoped he had never been there before, so I made reservations at Cafe Lurcat. I put so much thought into this night, he had no idea (he does now, 'cause I told him). I researched restaurants in the area, had it narrowed down to 5, then asked my co-workers and friends for their recommendations, as well as reading reviews for each of them on Yelp!. Then I took interior tours of them (thanks, Google!) and finally picked Cafe Lurcat!

Boy. Was. I. Good.

We walked into the restaurant (after finally picking the right door) and were immediately brought to our table, a little secluded one in the corner by the window. Our waitress came over and walked us through the menu- she was very knowledgeable. After lots of discussion and concessions of "you get that, and I'll get this, but can I try some of yours?" we finally decided.

Our waitress came back over and I ordered for the both of us. Usually when I go out on a date with Boyfriend, one of us will order for the both of us (usually whoever is going to pay). She seemed a little surprised that the girl was ordering, so Boyfriend explained it was his birthday, and I was in charge. :)

We got sweet corn as our "vegetable" (I know, dad. It's not a vegetable, it's a grain), which was grown locally and they cut it off of the cob right there and drowned it in this delicious buttery sauce. Om nom nom.

For my entree, I got salmon with prosciutto butter, spaetzle, and toasted almonds. It came to the table with slivered green beans on a clean, white plate. YUMMO.

Boyfriend got the star of the restaurant. I'd read SO MANY good reviews on this entree that I practically made him get it. Chilean Sea Bass marinated in Miso. Never have I ever had fish that good. It had a sweet crispy outside and a smooth inside that fell apart as soon as your fork touched it.

Since it was Boyfriend's birthday, the restaurant gave him their mini cinnamon sugar donuts with a little candle. But we couldn't stop there, so we got a dessert. If you're gonna go out, go all out. So we ordered the Triple Chocolate Cream Cake with a Peanut Butter Feuilletine Crunch topping with raspberries and a chocolate cigarette.

There were 6 donuts, but he grabbed one before I could snap a picture. :)

After eating a meal like that, it makes me want to never eat again, because anything I eat in the future will pale in comparison to this food.
We met up with some of his friends after dinner, and finished with a good night in Uptown!

I had hoped he had (and he said he did) have a wonderful time, and I can't wait to celebrate more wonderful things with him!

We both decided that more picture taking needs to happen, though. We aren't very good at it, apparently.

I'll try and be better in the future. I promise.