The Bourgeois Pig.

We went to The Bourgeois Pig in the East Village for dinner. Corinne recommended it about 3 years ago & we finally went. Loved it. Mike's been a peach lately with his support of my good choices - sushi last weekend, & fondue for my birthday dinner on Friday. He murmured a bit beforehand, but the good news? He loved both. Well, he tolerated the sushi (at least he didn't throw up) & loved the fondue. We had the raclette + gruyere & wild mushroom fondue with all sorts of things to dip with - fruit, vegetables, bread, olives... delicious. And right next door? Butter Lane. My stomach was full of cheese, but we brought a few home & have been eating them all weekend.

Love the East Village.

Oh. The funny thing is that when we first moved to New York four & a half years ago, we felt so little when we went out to eat, especially at places like this (a wine bar that looks like a fancy bordello). It felt like we were pretending to be New Yorkers, pretending to be adults. I guess in the grand scheme of things we were babies. But Friday night? I felt like we fit right in, minus our glasses filled with Coke. As Mike said, Welcome to the target demographic.

(PS, can I just briefly mention how much I love my camera? It doesn't have a flash on it - I still need to buy one - but it just oh so wonderfully it very dark places, even though I still barely know how to use it. I swear it could launch a rocket if I asked it to.)