Date night. Well, sort of. Chuck and I are staying in and watching a movie – Paris, je t’aime; and since I will run with any opportunity to go with a theme, dinner will be comprised of Escargot (not in shells, but with lots of garlicky herb butter, just the same), a crusty baguette, St. Andre cheese and Coquilles St. Jacques. French onion soup would be nice, but that’s better when it’s chilly outside.
The wine won’t be French, but it will be flowing, just the same.
Forgive me for keeping this short; I have a date.