Underappreciated Things

Today was Patrick's 55th birthday.

When casting about for where to go for dinner, I finally settled on Hyacinth. It's nearby, we had a gift card, and we had enjoyed it before.

Damn if it wasn't the best choice we could possible make.

The setting was, as always, beautiful. Our waiter (Braden), was helpful and personable. Our drinks, a beet mocktail for Beatrix, a French cider for me, and a red wine that the waiter described as "tasting like an old witch made it in a forest" — perfect description — were lovely. The food (olives, caccio y pepe pasta for Patrick, a shared risotto for Beatrix and me, was incredible. The desserts — chocolate semifreddo and a sage cake that they sent over for a birthday treat — were perfect.




In short, I will meet you at Hyacinth ANY day of the week; we decided we really needed to start going there more.

We then picked up the bonus daughter and headed out to see THE HUMANS at Park Square Theatre. Again, a quiet, easily overlooked piece that was incredibly acted and well-written, and VERY striking. Also a good description of why I don't like Thanksgiving.You have one more weekend to see it and you should.


Now we're home and I'm drinking wine left over from an event last night and Patrick is drinking the Japanese whiskey Ximena got him (it's her "house whiskey.")


And I'm thinking a lot about appreciating the quiet things, the non-flashy things, the things that have meaning. And that also means you.

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TISCH said…
Love the birthday you made happen for Patrick’s birthday.
October 3, 2022 at 2:42 PM
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