Saturday Dinner at Carpaccio Ristorante Italiano

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I didn't have any heady' friggin' ache Tuesday. Maybe just a twinge, a slight pulling feel from my eyes back when it seemed I've spent an hour glued on my laptop. So I rest when I get that, then return when I feel light. I'm pleased. Very pleased.

The collage above was dinner last Saturday evening at Carpaccio Ristorante Italiano. Me' thinks the Hubs and I are slowly evolving into foodies. Then, again, haven't we always been for 27 years now?!? I wasn't in the best mood, frankly - what with a weird head feel, allergy obviously circling my eyes with dark shine and a seeming weight of detachment engulfing me, I wasn't a hundred percent fun. Not that I wrecked havoc - only, I wasn't my usual chirpy talky self. My hubs was a dear tho'... reeling me in and doing his best to make me comfy.

Carpaccio is quaint. A pleasant enclave of glowing elegant quiet tucked away from the usual dining places.The food was ok - except for the pasta vongole - I've had better. We're thinking of going back with the boys. Maybe.